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There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow
Bridge because of its many colours. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge there
is a land of meadows, hills, and valleys with lush green grass. When a beloved
pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water and warm
Spring weather. The old frail animals are young again. They play all day with
each other. There is only one thing missing, they are not with their special
person who loved them so much on Earth.
Each day they all run and play until the day comes when one suddenly stops
playing and looks up! The nose twitches! The ears rise up! The eyes are staring!
Then suddenly, this one runs from the group! You have been seen, and when you
and your special friend meet, you take him or her into your arms and you both
embrace. Your face is licked again and again and you look once more into the
eyes of your trusting pet.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated.
Charlie
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gamle flokfører for hele flokken, der gik på pension som 12 årig. Ukendt
oprindelse og ukendt alder, men hun blev mindst 14 år gammel og var stadig
frisk og glad indtil det sidste, hvor hun sov fredeligt ind i sin hundekurv.
Hun kom fra et dyreinternat, hvor hun var blevet afleveret af sin tidligere
ejer. Yndlingsbeskæftigelse : musejagt og gravning efter musereder. |
She was
the oldest and the dominant bitch, but she retired at the age of 12. She
died peacefully in her sleep, more than 14 years old. I got her from a
Rescue Society. Even in her old age she was still going strong and used to
spend most of her days chasing and digging for mice. |
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