Waiting at the Rainbow Bridge
sue.t wrote: I'm wondering if we should also have a sticky that lets us post obituaries & pics of our dearly departed pets? Maybe a "Rainbow Bridge" sticky? It would be sad and happy. It is very sad...
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Gen. Missy was many things:
We gave Missy a home in 1995, when she was almost a year old and had been been "given up" by two other families. We met her at a place called Open Door Sanctuary, a "no kill" shelter outside of St. Louis. Well, the third time's a charm as they say. We could not have asked for a better dog. :)
The ravages of time and disease took their toll on Missy the last few months. I sometimes wondered if she could recall the better days. The days when I was hard pressed to throw a frisbee far enough for her not to catch it before it hit the ground. Towards the end, she was still game for an abbreviated game of frisbee. Just a few feet you see, not hundreds. She would slowly amble after it, knowing she was not going to catch in it the air. She didn't care, she was happy to snatch it off the ground after going ten feet. One thing didn't change, she still liked to play "keep away" with it when I tried to get it from her.
In my mind I can see her flying across the Rainbow Bridge, chasing full tilt after that magical, wonderful frisbee. The one that appeared to her after she was able to leave her old, used up earthly body. Get it girl! You go get that frisbee!
Gen. Missy
1994 - June 11, 2006
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06-11-07
A year has flown by already, old girl. I still think of you often.
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4UMS code formatting error corrected.....
- Faithful companion
- Guardian of the realm
- Chaser of frisbees, sticks, balls, squirrels and crows
- Mentor to Maj. Gretchen in her later years
- Defender of the Light, always.
We gave Missy a home in 1995, when she was almost a year old and had been been "given up" by two other families. We met her at a place called Open Door Sanctuary, a "no kill" shelter outside of St. Louis. Well, the third time's a charm as they say. We could not have asked for a better dog. :)
The ravages of time and disease took their toll on Missy the last few months. I sometimes wondered if she could recall the better days. The days when I was hard pressed to throw a frisbee far enough for her not to catch it before it hit the ground. Towards the end, she was still game for an abbreviated game of frisbee. Just a few feet you see, not hundreds. She would slowly amble after it, knowing she was not going to catch in it the air. She didn't care, she was happy to snatch it off the ground after going ten feet. One thing didn't change, she still liked to play "keep away" with it when I tried to get it from her.
In my mind I can see her flying across the Rainbow Bridge, chasing full tilt after that magical, wonderful frisbee. The one that appeared to her after she was able to leave her old, used up earthly body. Get it girl! You go get that frisbee!
Gen. Missy
1994 - June 11, 2006
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06-11-07
A year has flown by already, old girl. I still think of you often.
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4UMS code formatting error corrected.....
