Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Author unknown...
Monday, October 17, 2011
10/17/10
Today is the year anniversary of having to put our sweet rescue pup, Gatsby Fitzgerald Huey, to sleep. He had severe seizure issues that weren't being controlled by medicine. At the end, he was having trips to the emergency vet almost weekly for his seizures (He wouldn't just have 1, 2, or 3 seizures but would have over 10 in a 24 hour period) We took him to several specialist vets in South Carolina & North Carolina, had lots of expensive tests done and after more than $10,000 seeing these specialists and trying different medications; we made the decision to put our sweet sweet Gatsby to sleep. It was a tough decision for Derrick and I as our poor pup was only 8 months old. Only 2/3's of seizure canine patients respond to treatment and unfortunately our Gatsby was a part of the other 1/3.
He was such a sweet loving affectionate puppy who was never sad
even when he was having seizure issues. He loved meeting new people and loving on his pug brother. He was an active little thing who always had a wagging tail and a smile on his face even when his sweet little legs were shaved from the catheters being put in. We had him cremated and sent back to us so we could have him at home again. We sure will miss our Gatsby.
I found this sweet poem about puppy death called Rainbow Bridge:
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