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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 and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who have been ill and old are restored to health and vigour; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days 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 begins to quiver. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carry him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend 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 together you and your special pet cross the Rainbow Bridge.

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female chocolate lab tessa aged 7yrs went to rainbow bridge november 2004


we lost her due to cancer :(

tessa last few days of life were stressfull she had stopped eating for a couple of days so we took her the vet she said could be a sore throat so gave her antibiotics and sent her home..
tessa seemed to pick up after this and started to eat again but 4 days later again she refused to eat so off we went to the vet again this time thay booked her in 2 days later for a routine op to examine her throat to see if there was anything caught in there ...that morning i got the kids ready for school and hubby was getting the car out ready to take tessa to the main vets (we didnt want her traveling in the pick up van from the vets to the main big vets) ian called tessa to him but she just got up and came to me and sat by me with her head on my lap i gave her a hug cuddle and kiss and told her to go to ian and i would see her later (yes i spoke to her like a human..lol) then off she went with ian ..i took kids to school telling them tess would be home when they came home...

about 11am we got a call from the vets and it was devastating news he found she had cancer of the throat and toungue and there ws nothing they could do as they couldnt take the cancer away as it was on her toungue and she needed that to eat and drink..the vet was just as shocked as we were about this ... so we had to give permission for her to be put to sleep while under anathestic.. we cryed loads then i had this urge to go to the vets i had to see her one last time so we had to phone the vets again and ask if i could go see her of course they agreed and of we went it was a long 30mins to get there..when i arrived thye took me to a side room were tess was layed out on a blanket with another blanket over her it jusst looked like she was fast asleep.. i sat on the floor with her and all i could say was im sorry for not being there for her at the end.. i stroked her fur and gave her a final kiss goodbye ..

when i got home more crying and then anger and guilt set in anger at the vets for not noticing earlier so she had the chance of treatment anger at myself for not noticing she was very ill anger at not going to the vets with her and anger at not being htere when she was put to sleep..guilty that i should of walked her more not shouted at her when she done her naughty lil habits..lol..guilty for not being htere at the end..guilty i didnt notice the sighns..
brandy and charlie were very quiet aswell so i presumed they picked up on it all aswell brandy was very quiet as she used to play with tess all the time and sleep with her so we moved brandy into our room so she could be with us...the next thing was telling the kids they were upset and when i took brandy out they asked if she was coming back so it took a while for them to get used to the idea..there was a huge gap in the family its amazing how much a dog takes up in your life ..her chair her bowl her space on the landing at night her toys everything was right there...reminding you she was gone...

looking back now the sighns were there she lost weight but she was overweight to begin with so we didnt think much of it..also her fur was everywere i mean everywere a lot more than a normal malt but we just put it down to malting :(
she also seemed very quiet but we put that down to getting on a bit

tessa was my first labrador and will always have that special place in my heart ther eis not a day goes by her that her name is not mentioned or i think of her ...

in feb this year we got another lab a choccy one and to our delight we realised rosze is tessa great neice so we still have a part of tessa with us and the funnt thing is rosze also does some of the lil traits that tessa did..LOL..

as they say a dog is for life a dog is your best freind and closest companion a dog is a huge part of any family xxxxxxxxxxx
 

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She's waiting for you, together with my Sophie.

Sophie was a black labbie/musterlander cross. One night she had a fit which did not stop. We took her to the vets and they sedated her for 12 hours. Tests ruled out poisoning and she was too old for the onset of epilepsy so the vet concluded it was probably some sort of tumour. We could not afford to have a scan so we opted for medication. This seemed to work really well. No more fits that we saw but towards the end I noticed the rug in the sitting room was wet. She'd been having fits while we were not there. On her last day she woke up fitting. We took her to the vets and left her there. Even after sedation the fits would not stop. We made the decison to say goodbye. I stayed with her at the vets for several hours until MOH came home from work then I held her in my arms while the vet sent her to Rainbow Bridge. I nearly died with sorrow on 9 July 2001.



Milly arrived on 28 July 2001 and Coco on 1 October 2002. My life is complete once more.
 

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My Ollie was a chocolate lab born in 1995 and was eight when he developed a tumor in his spleen of course being a lab he showed no signs of anything being wrong with him until one Friday morning he didn’t eat his breakfast I was very worried about him as you can imagine and monitored him over the weekend just in case he was just feeling a bit off or bored with his food. I made him roast chicken and he seemed happy with this and ate it but he lost his footing racing back into the door and took a tumble I knew something was up although he just acted like nothing was wrong bouncing straight back up.

First thing Monday I took him to the vet and she examined him and said she wanted blood for tests. I sat in the waiting room while they took the blood and I cried as I heard the clippers take a small piece of fur of his paw I was really worried what if this was serious I thought. The vet asked us to wait while they ran the tests and Ollie and me sat in the waiting room no tears this time, we had to be strong. The tests came back fine except for one there was a slight drop in blood cells somewhere I can’t exactly remember the details. The vet suggested that we keep an eye on him for 48 hours and she wanted to see him again and if he hadn’t improved she wanted to give him a scan to check that there was no mass, what’s a mass I thought at the time. She informed me that if this was the case then Ollie would have to have his spleen removed and he would recover quite well she made it quite clear that I shouldn’t delay Wednesday’s scan appointment and that she would worry about him tonight – she’d worry about him blimey I was in panic mode already.

Wednesday came and Ollie went back to the vet I had to leave him there, I cried as me and my boyfriend left the surgery what if he had to have an operation, I may lose him. I spent the day with my sister and her husband and my boyfriend it was hard not to think about Ollie all day, I had my hand on my phone all day like a cowboy with his gun ready to answer that call. It came at 3.30pm Ollie had a mass and needed an operation, he was booked in for Friday with another vet Matt Brash a radiologist specialist we were to go to the surgery an hour before opening and speak with Matt regarding Ollie. I knew it was bad I said to my boyfriend on the Thursday night we may never see Ollie again after tomorrow he said don’t be silly of course we will it’s just a small op and he’ll be fine. Not sure if he was trying to convince himself or me. We went to the surgery with Ollie on the Friday morning at 8.00am. Matt was lovely a real caring vet whose love of animals really showed through. He explained everything to us and for the first time the word cancer was mentioned. We looked at Ollie’s x rays and scans from Wednesday it was clear that there was something there. He said we should consider letting Ollie go under the anaesthetic if he had opened him up and found that the cancer was spread it was the kindest thing to do, I knew that was right but agreeing to it was so hard but I did. We said our goodbyes to Ollie and left the surgery, we both cried for ages in the car but consoled ourselves that he couldn’t be with a better vet right now.

My boyfriend went to work and I did too to arrange some homeworking for looking after Ollie while he was recovering. I left work at 12.00pm with a bag of stuff to work on over the next couple of weeks at 12.12pm I had the most horrible pains driving home I felt awful I thought something had happened to Ollie I don’t know why. I went home and waited around 2.00pm I made myself a cup of tea the first thing I’d had to eat or drink all day, the phone rang and I dropped the tea and ran, it was Matt. The first thing he said was Ollie is alright he’s still with us but there had been a hitch. He hadn’t had his operation he was too weak to take the anaesthetic they had tried to put him under and his breathing went too pot by all accounts there was a bit of a panic they thought they were going to lose him at that point but they managed to get him back. They had started working on him at 12.00pm so my pains were timely. While he was still dozy they took more x rays it was clear from these that the cancer had now spread further than Wednesday and he now had lung cancer as well. I was numb I was losing my baby he was my world, my best friend and constant companion. It wasn’t if, it was when.

We went to see Matt after surgery at 6.00pm that night, we sat and talked through the options for Ollie, Matt was very understanding and praised Ollie for being his most behaved patient that day he said that he could see that Ollie meant the world to us. I needed to know how long I had left with Ollie it was important to me, Matt was reluctant to say at first but I convinced just how important it was so that I could make the rest of my time with Ollie the best ever. He said around 2 weeks.

We had a strange weekend Ollie was on a new diet of anti cancer food a new food that feed the system and starved the cancer or something like that, he was on anti-inflammatory, and steroids oh how he hated taking those pills, I cooked chicken as well for him and hid the tablets in the chicken, at first it worked but soon he spat them out. The next fortnight was amazing, I never left Ollie, sleeping on the couch with a quilt draped onto the floor for him to lie on my hand constantly reaching down to check he was ok, he only had to nudge my hand and I was up ready for action seeing to his every need. We spent hours in the conservatory watching the birds and talking, well me talking about how I would cope without him, he seemed to understand and cuddle up with me which was nice, I tried not to cry in front of him but sometimes it was difficult not to, he was my absolute rock he had always been there for me and now it was my turn to be there for him and it was hard knowing that the only sure thing was I was going to lose the best thing ever from my life. We slipped into our six small meals a day routine but the second week was so hard Ollie was eating less and less his body was obviously finding it difficult the cancer was spreading like wildfire, it was so unfair he was only eight and had never done anything to anyone why him?

On the second Saturday things took a turning for the worse, Ollie refused to eat and his face changed, he looked different, relaxed as though he had accepted it, he looked to me and I knew what he was trying to say. He gave my boyfriend top dog position by bowing his head to him when he walked towards him my boyfriend was worried, I jokingly questioned Ollie’s judgement with him. We knew the time was close, I had ordered Ollie a special collar for his birthday from America and it arrived that Saturday, I thought bugger it he’s never going to make it to his birthday he can wear it now, I put the collar on him, it was so loose I realised just how much weight Ollie was now losing it was awful to see this cancer eating away at my precious Ollie and there was nothing I could do about it. I wanted to scream and rip it out of him, but my boy was dying and he needed me.

Sunday we decided that we needed to ring Matt and get him to come to the house and have Ollie put to sleep, we realised that we had only 24 hours left with him, we all slept on the floor that night after carrying Ollie back inside at bedtime after he collapsed outside. I knew it was the right decision to take, I had asked Matt how will I know, he said you just will, and he was right I knew. I held one paw and my boyfriend held the other paw as we all lay together, the daylight came and we asked Matt to come over. It was 1 November all saints day appropriate for Ollie I thought. I asked Ollie if I could have some of his fur to keep when he didn’t need it anymore, I cut a small piece of waggy tail fur and showed him the fur I took as I put it into his photo album. I asked him to look over me and watch out for me and to go and find my dad and he would take care of him for me.

Matt arrived at 9.30am with Rebecca the nurse that had looked after Ollie when he had been at the vets. Again Matt was excellent and explained what was going to happen, I held Ollie’s head in my hands as Matt put him to sleep, I cried buckets and we talked about Ollie for a while. He was my special chocolate hound I know he’s not a hound he’s a gundog but he’s always been my chocolate hound to me. Matt and Rebecca took Ollie with them back to the surgery where they took care of the arrangements for an individual cremation for me.

I got Ollie back on his birthday 11 November I knew I would, we had chocolate cake to celebrate his birthday and my plate had dog hair on it I knew he was watching over us that night. Since then I cried every day for three months I just didn’t know what to do without him. The house is so empty without him around, I miss him terribly even today.

I decided that Ollie taught me so much about the canine world and that I should also put this knowledge to good use and have another chocolate Labrador in the future. Life will never be the same again, I have never met a human that has been able to change my life like Ollie did, I thank him for that and cherish his memory and try to think of all the good times we shared together it’s hard to believe it’s been 6 months and it’s hard to think that others will be going through the same thing as me and my special chocolate hound did, my heart goes out to them.

I know my story is long but I hope by sharing it that it helps others out there to know that they are not on their own with what they are going through.


 

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Dear Clair, Nicola & Michaela

I am sitting here crying my eyes out. Your stories are so moving and so bravely written. My heart goes out to you all and to all those who have loved and lost such special and wonderful companions.

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Dear Clair, Nicola & Michaela

Very moving story Sorry to hear about it but thanks for the lovely story of how much pleasure you got from Ollie and atleast you got some lovely memorys that you should teasure for ever
Tracy
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rainbow bridge

i lost my beloved tessa at 15.1/2 years old. i was determined no dog could replace the love i had for that dog. but 3 years later yes it took that long i decided to get another lab and went for a black one this time who is totally different to my yellow tessa she is more obedient for one and does not take off and dissapear. they are all different but have such qualities of love and devotion. foxtrot
 

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i am so afraid of going through the emotions you describe Michaela. I have just cried buckets whilst reading your moving tribute to Ollie. Your relationship with him is what I have with Sasha, and the older and more ill they become, the more aware you are of how special and precious your companions are.

The only comfort is that they are at ease and painfree when they move on. They come into our lives for a reason... what better reason than love?
 

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Hi Clair, Nicola and Michaela.... My heart just sank as i was reading this post... May god give each one of strength to go on.....

Michaela all the best for tommorrow....

Warm Regards
 
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