there was a lady who had a small daughter who was sad cause the family dog died .. so when she asked her mom where their dog went the mom told her this tale about the rainbow bridge .. she said when dogs get old they go over the rainbow bridge where they wait for you to be rejoined with them .. and while they're there they are young and healthy again just playing and happy till your arrival .. and whenever a person comes over the rainbow bridge all the dogs heads lookup to see who it is so they can greet their master when they arrive .. yeah i know it sounds corny .. but its a comforting thought .. so anyone have any pics of former pets they'd like to remember ?? i'll go first .. this is my ralphie dog at about 8 weeks old .. you never think that at some point they'll get old enough to die from old age when they look that young and healthy ..
ralphie grew to be one of the most handsome specimens of the breed that you ever saw .. 85 pounds of raw muscle and energy .. and then just as suddenly as he was here .. his time had come and he had to go .. he was the first dog i ever had and got to see him grow from a puppy of this tiny ball of fur to this behemoth that looked like a cloud that decended upon the land .. he was as white as snow ..
and ralphie had a buddy .. a siberian husky named bandit .. a good watchdog.. but a terrible guardog .. whats the difference you ask ?? well a guardog will guard your house from intruders and any kind of threat .. protect your family .. a watchdog on the otherhand will watch an intruder steal your guitar or tv set or stereo .. and just watch .. oh is that tv heavy ?? gee maybe you should get some help or somethin .. i'm just gonna lie here and watch you .. don't mind me ..go on about your business .. here's ralphie and bandit taken one day on my back deck when i lived in cape coral .. somethin about the light when the sun is just startin to go down in florida that turns everything a nice yellow to orange hue and i caught that in this pic ..
i have tons of pictures of the family...have to dig thru the hard drives for the folders...here's a few but there are folders and folders...(oh oh do we sound like comparing pictures of the kids?)
No animals in a long time. Between the 8 year old and the amount we travel, I can't see being able to give any pet the time and care they need. Maybe when Amber is older or we slow down...It could happen.
I had a Ralphie, too, Frenchy. Here he is (on the left) with Honey, when they were campaigning for one of my former boss' re-election. My late husband Tommy used to say that campaign had gone to the dogs ...
Ralphie loved dressing up, but Honey always looked like the poster dog for the anti-cruelty to dogs campaign. It was beneath her dignity, I guess! Both were rescues, but Honey was probably pure chow, while Ralphie was a chow-samoyed mix. He had that great Sammy smile! Miss them both. Ralphie wandered into the yard when he was about 1.5 years old and lived to be 14. Found Honey on the side of the road dying of parvo virus when she was about 6 months old. She lived to be 15. Ralphie came to live with us a year after Honey did.
Before Ralphie and Honey, my ex-husband and I had two Samoyeds, Puff and Bear. Puff was a rescue, and we got him when he was about 1, Bear came to us as an 8 week old puppy and he was MY boy. I had to have him put down when he was 10 - really, really bad hip dysplasia. He was in incredible pain and the drugs didn't help, so I did what I had to do for my best buddy. Still remember them well, too.
Then there were a couple of cats - Kitty Kat was a companion to Puff and Bear and they tried to comfort her when she was dying even though Bear accidentally "broke" one of her kittens playing with it by shaking it just a little too hard once ...
This is Biscuit the Boxer, one of the sweetest dogs ever who replaced the Yorkshire Terrier who was a beast and only liked my husband and we had the teeth marks to prove it. Biscuit was the biggest coward ever and also a 'watchdog', especially any food that was around. We had to send him over the Rainbow Bridge at 13 years of age last October. We dug his ashes into our family cemetary plot. Now we have downsized and adopted a puppymill rescue little Maltese.
I miss Bentley our 165 lb Newfoundland who died of Addison's disease at 7 years old, I miss Lulu and Jasmine they were smaller Newfoundlands and died at 11 and 13.
I miss Margaux who I could write many stories about, she was a "perfect" dog. We found out she was a mix of Standard Poodle and Doberman from an Elvis Impersonator who recognized her and told us her previous life story. We thought she was a Wolfhound.
I miss Saturday Ann a terrier who was a survivor and my companion for a long time.
Pictures later, I'll have to send them over from another computer.
The last pets I had were two golden retrievers...sisters. I miss them a lot. I feel good that I was able to keep them together when I found a home for them. I got sick and wasn't able to take care of them.
I've been thinking about getting another dog...maybe even two so they would have company for each other. I work so much...it worries me they might feel neglected.