Rainbow BridgeThis page is dedicated to those who have gone across the Rainbow Bridge to wait for us on the other side. Anyone who knows us, knows that our dogs are not kennel dogs, they are part of the family. Therefore, this special page is for all of our furry family members as well as dogs that touched our hearts and lives, including rescue cases.
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....
February 10, 2006 to June 1, 2010
Savannah, my beutiful Savannah. I remember the day you were born. You were the third born, and arrived feet first. Your red pigment was as red as fire from the moment you arrived. You were the first out of the whelping box and the first one to escape out of the puppy play pen. You were a "talker" and a "flyer". You were an escape artist with no fence too tall or counter too high. You were my "pick" of the litter with your lush coat and deep pigment. You were always such a glamour girl who loved spa treatment and pampering. Yet, you were a wild child. When you ran, you flew through the air, perfectly suspended as if you weren't moving at all. Though for a time you blessed and touched two other families with your love, you never really left my heart. It was your unchained spirit that sent you to the Rainbow Bridge. I imagine that being earth bound had become too boring for you, o wild child of mine. You wanted to sail across the sky and junp from cloud to cloud and chatter away endlessly about nothing in particular. So, once again we must be apart for a time. I hope you will look in on us and Judy, and Jason and Jodie, as you make your rounds up there and talk everyone's ear off.
Billy Jack...aka B.J.
1996 to June 6, 2009
B.J. was one of our rescue cases. He was wandering around West Central State Prison and was hit by one of the roving patrol cars. So we brought him home and he never left. B.J.'s only purpose in life was to be a loveable dog. He was submissive to every creature who came before and after him. He was "Uncle B.J." to many puppies. He was a Therapy dog through Delta Society, Inc.
B.J. was just B.J. I always joked and said B.J. was a little special in the head but he was a good boy.
A loveable little unobtrusive dog who loved to please. He lived a very long and contented life with us and he will be missed. I know he is now sitting by Lacey's side over the Rainbow Bridge, licking her back and ears and asking..."whatta ya wanna do Lacey, huh, huh, whatta ya wanna do?" because that's just the kind of dog he was. We'll miss you little buddy and don't worry, there are no thunderstorms over the rainbow bridge.
Feb 2008 to Oct 2008
Red Rock's Samson Barack Barnum was from our Feb. 2008 litter between Amber and Jet. Samson was loved by his family Daisey, Eric and Emmanuel. Samson's story is a tragic one. He fell victim to something called Pythiosis. Because this used to be rare and was not even heard of in Georgia, he was mis-diagnosed for months before an accurate diagnosis was made. By the time it was, it was too late to save him. Please click on the link that describes this condition. We now brief our new puppy buyers on it. Although we hope you will read in depth about it, in a nutshell, it is an organism acts like a fungus...but it is not. In Samson's case, this organism had fused his internal organs together. He was loved and missed very much by his family as well as by us here.
June 1994-August 02, 2007
Lacey,"Pooh Bear", was a Boxer from Texas. She was rescued from going to the dog pound. Lacey became the matriarch of our doggie world. She taught and welcomed every single creature that has ever entered our household, to include cats. No matter what the age, sex, species, or circumstance, Lacey was there laying down the law of our "pack" and none have ever questioned her right to do so. All of our dogs run together regardless of sex and I am sure that it was Lacey's Law that helped it be so. As the years passed and the family grew, once Lacey approved of them, all fell into place.
She was the original protector of the property and house and has taught "her charges" how to carry on this duty. Lacey was always a very independent thinker who knew what she wanted and when she wanted it and by god was going to have it. She was an expert escape artist who could climb fences and unlock them too. In her younger years she was the "riding queen" and had a lot of miles under her collar.
Even though I rescued Lacey, as soon as the man I would later call my husband entered the scene, she dropped me in a heartbeat for him. She'd often make a point of emphasizing this by looking at her "daddy"with eyes dripping with love with an occasional glance at me to make sure I saw it. She was truly a daddy's girl.
These past few years, Lacey gradually put herself into "retirement", turning over her duties to those trainees younger than herself, at first remaining a "supervisor", then an occasional "consultant" until the very end. This past year, Lacey moved herself into the house on a full time basis where she enjoyed her thick bed and the air conditioning.
Lacey's long watch is now over and she was never slack in her self imposed duties. She lives on in every dog still with us, because she has taught them all and a part of her is with each of them.
She has crossed the Rainbow bridge and stands watch on the other side.
Thank you sweet old girl for all your years of dedicated service. You were loved by all and will be missed by all. Rest now, you have more than earned it.