THE RAINBOW BRIDGE
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How do you know when it's time?Making a difficult decision
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One must leave us so we can love another. This is the circle of Greyhound love.
Inspired by Jackie Skinner, a greyhound.
Dogs come into our lives to teach us about love...they depart to teach us about loss. A new dog never replaces an old dog; it merely expands the heart.
If you have loved many dogs, your heart is very big.
Erica Jong
He ran to us, bounding across the crusted, glass-slick snow—ran into the history of our family, all the stories we would tell about him after he was dead.
Stephanie Vaughn
It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them. And every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart.
If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are.
Unknown
Our Greyhounds are Angels on Earth and when their work is done they return to the heavens and the green fields of the Rainbow Bridge to wait our arrival.
GPA-New Mexico, Merlin’s Memorial
Inspired by Jackie Skinner, a greyhound.
Dogs come into our lives to teach us about love...they depart to teach us about loss. A new dog never replaces an old dog; it merely expands the heart.
If you have loved many dogs, your heart is very big.
Erica Jong
He ran to us, bounding across the crusted, glass-slick snow—ran into the history of our family, all the stories we would tell about him after he was dead.
Stephanie Vaughn
It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them. And every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart.
If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are.
Unknown
Our Greyhounds are Angels on Earth and when their work is done they return to the heavens and the green fields of the Rainbow Bridge to wait our arrival.
GPA-New Mexico, Merlin’s Memorial
| Paw Prints in The SnowI looked out on the back yard, where you always loved to go, And saw hundreds of your paw prints imbedded in the snow. A hundred thousand memories came rushing to my mind, Memories of our gentle friend, no better one will we find. He was born in Minnesota with no family and no home. He had no one to care for him, no yards or fields to roam. The Ramsey County Shelter in St. Paul was where we met. He found his loving family, and we found our precious pet. North we drove through an icy storm, which we feared would never end. Carolyn sat in the back seat, gently holding our new-found friend. He accepted us as his family, and for four years his career Was terrorizing all the squirrels, and giving flight to deer. For ten more years, in Illinois, his love was never failing. But in the depths of winter’s grip, we knew that he was ailing. The doctors did an ultrasound, and on his liver found a mass. The prognosis was unbearable; any hope was in the past. Your passing, Bourbie, broke our hearts, but we pray it’s for the best. You’re free from pain and misery now, and enjoying eternal rest. Though your paw prints in the snow soon will melt away, We’ll feel your paw prints on our hearts every single day. Don Jones | 
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