Rainbow Bridge

Rainbow Bridge

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We would be honored to display the memorial for your loved one.

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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

These Greyhounds have crossed the Rainbow Bridge and will be remembered fondly by their families...

Dennis

Dennis was a beautiful, sweet-natured greyhound whose untimely death can serve as a reminder to all of our adopters and, we hope, prevent future needless tragedies. Dennis' adopter - who claims to be a "dog trainer" - refused to heed the advice of Greyhound Friends and allowed his two greys to run in the yard unmuzzled. Even after an initial incident in which his other grey was bitten, the dogs continued running together while muzzles were in the mail to him. It's not clear if it was the other greyhound or another dog who attacked Dennis but he was badly - not fatally - bitten. The bill to repair the damage at the Arco Veterinary Hospital was estimated at $500. The adopter, without consulting GFNJ, decided this was more than Dennis' life was worth and he instructed the vet to kill this excellent dog less than a month after adopting him.

So that the unnecessary and cruel death of this 4-year-old greyhound should not be in vain, we are reminding our adopters that our interest in the greyhounds does not end with their adoption. In many instances we have loaned adopters money - interest free - to help with exorbitant veterinary bills. In too many cases we have taken dogs back in need of routine, sometimes extraordinary, veterinary care which we then have provided at our expense prior to re-homing the dog. In Dennis' case we would have taken care of his medical needs and reclaimed him since this adopter was either too negligent or too stubborn to admit that we are more familiar with greyhound behavior than he is.

We mourn the unnecessary loss of Dennis, but we hope his death can save the lives of other greyhounds whose adopters are unwilling or unable to provide the needed care they committed to when they signed their adoption contracts.

JIMME HOLLY (CE’S RANDY)

JIMME HOLLY (CE’S RANDY) AUGUST 14, 1999 TO JUNE 28, 2010

Our first Greyhound, Jesse, was adopted in November of 2001from REGAP of Connecticut. We were so crazy about him we decided to fence in our yard and adopt our second dog as soon as it was installed.

We attended our first Greyhound Friends of NJ picnic in May of 2002. A large 90 lb. blue brindle male caught our eye but it always seemed that potential adopters were walking him around and we didn’t have a chance to spend time with him. However, by the end of the picnic, we found out that he had been passed over by the potential adopters as being too shy and quiet. Two days later we took him home and we were on our way to having a seven dog pack!

Big Boy as he was nicknamed; always stood in the back of the pack patiently waiting for treats or to be leashed. The only time he pushed his way to the front of the pack was when he learned that he was going for a ride in the car which he loved. From the day we brought him home to the day he left us, he remained a very quite boy who went by the beat of his own drum. We never tried to change him; we accepted him for who he was.

Our pack will never be the same the same as they lost their lead “singer.” It didn’t take much to get them going with Jimme in the lead. They would sing until the cookie box came out; smart dogs!

Big Boy; we loved you so and were honored to have you in our lives for eight happy years. You will live on in our hearts.

Walker

On July 4th 2010 we lost our first love WALKER (Walking In My Sleep). Walker accepted his fight with cancer, he accepted the fact it was time to cross the rainbow bridge.

The 7 years we shared with Walker could not have been better!! It feels like it was yesterday, meeting Barbra at a rest area along the Garden State Parkway. That windy September 12 evening in 2003 was the day our hearts fell in love.

You are loved, you can never be replaced, and you will be missed!!
That’s it Walker Dog, the ride is over!

“Farewell Master, yet not farewell. Where I go, you too, shall dwell. I am gone before your face, a moment’s time, a little space. When ye come where I have stepped, ye will wonder why ye wept."
Poem By Edwin Arnold

Love the Moschello Family

Simon

Nine years ago I saw his photo on the Greyhound Friends West website and I knew he was the one. When we went to meet him I knew immediately he was coming home with us. His foster mom called him sweet Simon and since then he has been a dog of many names: mama’s boy, diva dog, Simone and ‘peel me a grape’ Simon. He was a certifiable kleptomaniac and oh so charming and full of guile. He entertained us and loved us unconditionally. He always awaited our return home standing in the front window, ears straight up. In a series of 11 greyhounds --- 2 adoptees and 9 fosters --- he was the original who schooled the others in the art of being a retired greyhound. Always elegant, with a beautiful prance in his step and collars for all seasons and occasions, his kingdom was “his” couch and collection of pillows. Goodbye sweet Simon.

Miles

On March 5, we lost our wonderful greyhound, Miles. He was our first retired racer and will always have a special place in our hearts. I remember the drive home when we first picked him up. After the first few nervous minutes in the car, he finally settled in, stretched his head across my lap, and "adopted" me on the spot! I told my husband right then and there that I already loved Miles so much. He loved to be outside, enjoying the sunshine and going for his walks. And, like most greys, just wanted to be where the people were. Miles was a great traveler whether it was to Syracuse to visit my in-laws or on vacations to Cape May and the Adirondacks - as long as we were together as a family, he was happy to be part of our adventures. After being diagnosed with a tick-borne infection, Miles began to deteriorate very quickly and wasn't responding to the antibiotics. Our vet confirmed that it was bone cancer which had mostly settled in his spine, but had also spread to other organs. With Miles visibly in pain and having lost control of his back legs, we made the heartbreaking decision to end his suffering and let him cross the Rainbow Bridge. It all happened so quickly, we were just devastated by his loss. Our home, our hearts, and our life seem empty now without him. But for almost 6 years, Miles brought us tremendous joy and unconditional love, and he will be greatly missed.

Sincerely, Chris Ann and Chris Patrick