Rainbow Bridge
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The Rainbow Bridge
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, 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.... Author Unknown.


Bandhu (formerly known as Olaf)
Bandhu, a friend, a connection, the one who looked after me while all along I thought I was the one looking after him. He was the perfect combination of sweetness and gentleness and courage and bravery. With him I experienced wholesome and dynamic growth, a lesson of endurance and flexibility. He came to me in 2014 as the most fearful dog I had ever met. Slowly he warmed up to me and others, and every day with him brought me more awareness and gratitude. He lived for almost 11 years, but his personality was still blossoming, always so eager to belong and to show his appreciation for the life he got to live. He was chosen to be Garnatxa's dog, but first she became his dog (to show him the lay of the land) and later he became Cora's dog. The same way Bandhu used to follow Garnatxa everywhere (even sharing the same bed sometimes), he became attached to Cora and didn't leave her alone, always curious and generous with her, her playmates, and all the dog contraptions she created for him. His huge paws, his ballerina feet, his exceptionally long body, his smile with dimples... That would have been enough to make anyone fall in love with him, but there was much more: the way he looked at us with growing trust; the intelligence with which he learned all the tricks, names and words dispensing with any training, just by copying Garnatxa and by listening to human conversation; the ecstasy he felt by scrubbing his body against us, the sofa, the bushes and the base of his favorite palm tree in the backyard; the blissful growling he uttered every single time he lied down; the space he occupied in the whole house; the space he occupied in my life, holding the fort during the most difficult years I have ever lived. Over time, it was easy to forget about that fearful behavior from 2014 and all I could see was a Presence Master, soaking it all in or "watching his Netflix" - as Cora used to call his walks. Bandhu taught me to be present until the end and beyond. Our last days together were of pure love and connection - telepathy even. He showed me that love can be easy and uncomplicated. Now it's time for someone else to be the dog and keep going with the Presence. And I will gladly accept the role, even if these are some big shoes to fill. Or should I say paws? Bandhu beat the odds by surviving lymphoma treatments for three years, with strength and admirable quality of life, until it was finally time for his body to rest last January 25th. My two furry babies are together now and must be barking, howling, running and dancing in circles, giving a stellar performance, just the way they used to do at sunset time in the backyard or in the snow.--Izabel M, 09Feb2024


Puppers
Puppers came to us from Golden Gate Basset Rescue at 12 years of age after her owner had passed away. She still had plenty of life left in her and was ready for more adventures! Puppers was a delightful if sometimes ornery companion to us for the next two years. We appreciate the time that we were able to spend with her and the joy that she shared with us. She was an excellent walker, a good cuddler, an energetic greeter, and all around a good dog. In her last year of life she struggled with several health problems but never let them get her down. Her mood was positive to the last. We miss you Puppers.


Pearl Ronhaar
Pearl never met a person or animal she didn't immediately want to befriend (even if the feeling wasn't always mutual). We're sure she's making lots of new friends at the Rainbow Bridge, reunited at last, on November 18, 2022, with her sister Penny who passed away 5 years ago.


Buddy Midboe
This sweet, happy, goofy boy seemed to draw the short straw in life when it came to his health. He came to GGBR in the fall of 2019 as a surrender with gum growths that were so large they were protruding outside his mouth. This caused difficulty in eating and he was very underweight. He had a gingival hyperplasia procedure removing the growths and his foster mom, Claire, got him to a healthy weight. His dad, Tim, adopted him knowing that the growths would continue to return and he would require the procedure each year. Buddy always handled it like a trooper. In addition, he had upper respiratory infections and frequent “hot spots” which required trips to the vet. Through it all Buddy remained a very happy guy who would roll over – with his eyes still shut – if he sensed the opportunity of a belly rub. Initially he did not like car rides, but after joining his dad and Basset sister Riley every day, he began to enjoy the car and love going on daily strolls. He was the stereotypical Basset who dripped water all through the house after taking a drink, he was a master at slinging drool in high places – even the ceiling! Before long he claimed the couch as his personal comfy dog bed, ignoring the numerous other beds scattered throughout the house. In May of this year he began bleeding from his mouth. It was diagnosed as malignant oral melanoma and he quickly had surgery to remove the tumor along with a portion of his jaw. He was declared cancer free and we had a backyard party celebrating his 9th birthday and that he was cancer free. He had a great time running and sharing treats with his canine friends. He began the canine melanoma vaccine series, but at the midway checkpoint and exam showed the cancer had returned and spread to his lungs and there was no further treatment available. Buddy passed on November 6, 2022. Even when he was very ill he would still give a gentle wag of his tail every time his beautiful amber eyes would meet mine. He is very, very sorely missed. We will never forget you, Buddy.

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