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This group is for all to share the pictures and stories of your sweet little furbabies who have gone ahead of us.
They are all together playing and having fun while they wait for us to meet them at the Rainbow Bridge.
Feel free to share a photo of your sweet little one.
Post a message when you want to let them know you are thinking of them.
Come here for comfort and peace and to honor those who loved us unconditionally.
Jun 21, 2014
Just this side of heaven is a place called the 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....
Sep 11, 2016
(CNN)When it was time to say goodbye, she was given a hero's farewell.
Firefighters and rescue workers lined the sidewalk as her body, draped in an American flag, was carried out. Tears streaked down some faces.
Bretagne, believed to be the last surviving 9/11 Ground Zero search dog, was euthanized Monday.
The golden retriever was 16. Old age had slowed her down, and it was time to put her to sleep.
So, the firefighters at the Cy-Fair Fire Department in Harris County, Texas, lined the path up to the Fairfield Animal Hospital, as her owner, Denise Corliss, walked her in to be put to sleep.
Back in 2001, Bretagne (pronounced, "Brittany") and Corliss were fresh graduates of Disaster City when they were deployed to New York shortly after the World Trade Center attacks.
Corliss joined hundreds of other search and rescue teams sent from around the world to find survivors at Ground Zero, working 12 hours a day for two weeks straight.
We know now there were very few survivors found in the rubble of the twin towers, and Bretagne, like so many other searchers, worked hard -- only to find none.
Making a discovery
But Corliss discovered something unexpected: rescuers and firefighters would approach Bretagne and pet her. Soon they'd be sharing their personal stories with Corliss, describing the missing friends, loved ones and colleagues they were searching for. Bretagne had become a kind of therapy dog. "Dogs can be so comforting, so it makes sense to me now," she says. "I just didn't anticipate that, then."
There were other calls to action.
9/11 was only the first of many national disasters that called Bretagne and Corliss into action.
Deployments followed for Hurricanes Katrina, Rita and other storms. Once Corliss watched Bretagne risk her own safety when the dog found herself standing on the end of a dangling staircase.
"She walked to the edge of it and she stopped -- turned -- and she came back down," Corliss recalled to CNN in 2014. "She did exactly what she was supposed to do, but it scared me a bit."
Despite all that training, Corliss admits "there were still times when I held my breath and said, 'I hope she does this right. I hope she's OK.' "
She was a pushy puppy.
It's no coincidence that search and rescue dogs such as Bretagne succeed while working under such dangerous conditions.
From the time they're puppies, dogs must survive a rigid screening process before they can do this kind of work.
When Corliss spotted Bretagne, she had a feeling this dog might be right. The puppy was pushy.
Sharing a plastic kennel with eight other puppies, Bretagne buffaloed her way through the pack from back to front, to greet Corliss.
"That kind of pushy behavior helped her be the persistent don't-give-up-style of working dog that I needed later," says Corliss.
The later years.
Bretagne left Texas Task Force 1 in 2009 to focus on her work as a local fire department search and rescue dog. Then after a couple more years, it was time for her to retire altogether. But that didn't mean the end of Bretagne's public service.
In her later years, Bretagne spent time once a week teaching kids how to read. Really.
She visited elementary school classrooms, where children, who "may be intimidated or uncomfortable reading out loud to their classmates, have an opportunity to develop reading skills by reading to her," Corliss said.
Aug 29, 2016
Jul 10, 2016
And in mourning I softly cried,
My hurting heart in two is broken,
His devotion no more be woken.
Gently I cradled him as he died away
My pal is gone, oh bitter day,
Yet a true companion until his end
My good old dog - my best friend.
With a final whine he wagged his tail
And my friend's spirit set sail,
With a last look into my mournful eyes
My old pal said his goodbye's.
Through time he was my great joy
Since only a small a boy,
By my side through the marvel of it all,
Faithfully there each time I'd call.
There must be a heavenly home
Where beloved pets have gone,
Where there is love and happiness
And never distress of loneliness.
I hope Heaven is his home now,
That he made it there somehow
For no dog could deserve it more,
Than to enter Heaven's door.
I pray his spirit soared high into sky
And we'll meet again by-and-by,
I hope someday again we'll play
All over God's kingdom one day.
I'll carry my friend to our place
Yonder by the old millrace
Where I'll gently lay him down,
Deep in the cold hard ground.
Nevermore will I see love in his eyes,
No more his yelp of happy surprise,
No more his warm friendship to know,
I will cry awhile before I go.