Rainbow Bridge


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....

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I found that site today, Bill. It is a great site. And if you look, Bobbin is on the list for the Candle service.

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I am so sorry Bonnie. Hugs to you, I know it is hard.

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I'm so sorry!

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Last night was rough. She always slept in bed with me when guy was not here. I tried to let my daughter's dog, Nala, sleep in here, but she kept getting out of bed, hunting for Bobbin. I think this confused Nala as much as it did the rest of us. I ended up not going to sleep until somewhere around 5 this morning... and then I was up again by 10.

Nala has been walking around so FORLORN today. She keeps hunting for Bobbin. And if she is not hunting, she is laying on the couch, whining.

I ended up taking Bobbin's old blanket out and laying it across her grave last night. We buried her with one of the other blankets she liked. But this one was laying in my floor and just looked so WRONG without it's normal occupant. So now I have a small quilt, folded, laying out in the green lawn... and it still looks lonely..... and I kinda wonder if I am losing it.

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Your not goin over the edge, your in the first stages of grief......I still cry when I go out to the back yard and see Mesha and Moose's paw print markers on some days.

You must remember she loved you and if you were this upset with her by your side she would be as upset as Nala trying to figure out what is wrong. Yes Nala is upset but its about YOU, dogs live in the moment they dont think about things like we do. I am sure she is aware that Bobbin is not there but it isnt stressing her out like you think....YOUR emotions and behavior are whats upsetting her.

I know this post is gonna sound harsh and I dont mean it to there is just no other way of saying it. Dogs are much luckier than us, they deal with things as they happen and don't "carry it around" with them. For Nala's sake I hope your grief eases and you can get back to the human she knows and counts on.

I understand you pain at the loss of Bobbin and I am NOT discounting them at all. Its kinda like we do with small children when we loose someone in the family, we try not to break down all the time in front of them and try to keep things as normal as possible for them, you have to do that for Nala too. You will find as the days pass that it will get better and you will remember Bobbin and all the joy she brought you, not the pain of loosing her.

I am seding you HUGE hugs!

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LuvMyHubby
Proud mom of an Army Man
Wife of a trucker

Bill, it's not nice to make a fellow driver cry. This is absolutely beautiful. I've had dogs most of my life, and have had to make that final trip to the vet one time too many, so I understand the loss of the best friend a fella (or gal) can have. Many thanks for this.

Luv, I I have already started looking at the pics we have of her, and remembering the good times! And it still hurts, but it makes me smile, even through the tears!

When we first brought her home, she was intended to be my husband's companion on the truck. She had been a trucker's dog since she was 6 weeks old, but her orginal driver was in jail on drug charges. And she would sit in her rescuer's yard whining every time a big rig went by.

But before we could finish up all the paperwork, she took up with my father in law. My father in law was completely bedriden and had Alzhiemer's. Within a few days of her entering this house, she was crawling up in bed beside him, playing tug o war with the blankets, licking his toes, or just laying peacefully by his side while he slept. Often, he would reach over grab her, and CRUSH her to his chest. Most dogs would struggle at being so crushed, but she didn't.

The third night she was here, she had chosen to sleep with my daughter. She was sleeping under the blankets when I went into the bedroom to check on Jolene. When I moved the blankets around, Bobbin came out from under them like lightening, and BIT ME! When she saw who she had bitten, she looked so EMBARRASSED! But the way I figured it, there was nothing really for her to be upset about. She was protecting her kid! I realized then, that she would fight for the kids, and I was just fine with it. It made me feel just a bit safer..

She took up "herding" Melva around. She would try to herd her inside when it got late.

Our old dog, Snowball, is about 3/4ths deaf and almost completely blind, and she grew to depend on Bobbin leading her around the yard. You would see Snowball slowly walking out the door, with Bobbin a bit in front of her, and then Bobbin come back, and Snowball would trot off right behind her.

When my husband got home, and saw how Bobbin had become such a part of things here, he REFUSED to take her! And she didn't want to go either. As soon as that truck fired up, she wanted out. But she loved to ride in it if he was just going for a quick trip. And she loved to ride in the car too! Some nights, we would have to take her for a ride around the block, or she would sit looking at the cars, whining. But she didn't want to leave for long.

After my father in law passed on, she MOURNED. Never before have I ever seen a dog truly mourn, but she did. She laid in his room, under his bed, and whined, sometimes even working up to something resembling a howl. She refused to leave the room, refused to eat, and refused water for awhile... We rearranged all the furniture in the room, and my daughter moved into that room, and Bobbin moved on. She started eating and playing again, but would still occasionally go check out the room that Daddy had lived in, like she expected him to be there.

She became my shadow, and Melva's shadow. She followed us everywhere. You could count on the fact that if you saw one of us, she was not far behind. She thought she HAD to ride with Melva to drop the kids at school.

She adored Uncle Bob, and was always waiting to get up in couch beside him when he came home. He had to spend at least ten minutes petting her and loving her before he could go on to whatever he intended to do.

She had her own blanket and basket, and while she always slept with her blanket, she was seldom in her basket. She would drag her blanket onto the bed and sleep with me.

She left me with great memories. I will never forget her love of Pumpkin pie, or seeing her carry one of old rats away from the edge of the bed, or trying to "herd" the cats in the house when a storm was coming in.

Someday, I will want another Mini Aussie... just not yet. It may be 6 months from now, and I may not be ready for another 6 years, but when the right one comes along, I'll accept the next one with the expectations I had of this one: none; let's see how she turns out to be!

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wow what an awesome dog, you were blessed to have her in your life.

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LuvMyHubby
Proud mom of an Army Man
Wife of a trucker

She was!

Since she was half Aussie and half rat terrier, I really did NOT expect her to work out well with our pet rats, but she loved them, and tried to "Mommy" them from the first day..

She was greatly loved and will be sorely missed!

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