Waiting at the Rainbow Bridge

In 1999, my husband and I were driving down one of our major avenues. Lo and behold, in the middle of the avenue was a little white dog running in the median strip. DH pulled the car over and jumped out, chased her where she ran into a local tavern. He yelled for someone inside to catch her and a guy sitting on a barstool leaned over and scooped her up, then handing her to my husband. We placed an ad in the local paper and at the animal shelter looking for her owner. In the meantime, we took her to our vet to take care of a horrible case of ear mites. A week later, her owner comes by to claim her. When we asked her to reimburse us the vet bill, she said she was going to get rid of her anyway. That's how Missy ended up with us and today 14 years later, was the hardest day of our lives with her. We had to put her down. She was 15 years 7 months old. She began two weeks ago pacing and it escalated this past weekend continuing into the night accompanied with vocalization. Blood work results indicated something going on with her liver and one of the areas it can affect is the brain causing confusion. Her confusion and anxiety as a result was so bad that 5mg of Valium would give her several hours rest, only for her to get up and pace, almost run while whining. It was heartbreaking for us to watch and we did not want her to live her remaining days sedated heavily. She is in a better place now, we know she met Champ, Molly, and Paris at the Rainbow Bridge today at 4:35pm MST and they are now all playing and running free, enjoying one another. The house is now quiet although we have our Maggie and Mica. We will greatly miss her.

Missy when she was young -


Missy, today just before we took her in for her final trip -