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  1. I'm Sure She Would Approve

    I'm Sure She Would Approve by Simone Byrne 3/23/99 Let me wallow in my sadness, for I've lost my one true love, And I do feel that I cannot go on without my angel dove. She was a spirit oh so heavenly, she loved me just for me, There's not a human on this earth that made me feel so blessed and free. So let me shed the tears I need to cleanse the hurt that chokes my heart, For I just cannot bear the thought that we will always be apart. Her spirit follows me wherever I go and still I call her name, Please help me, for I fear forever I will feel this aching pain. I want to hide my thoughts from others, I don't think they understand, They whisper when they see me crying as I walk this sullen land. I try to smile and think of good times, but the sadness overtakes, And once again the tears begin to flow, just like the giant lakes. And then one day while I am walking on the path we used to take, My eyes they meet a little fellow eager for a friend to make. He barks at me to pick him up, a woman comes towards the fence, She smiles and tells me it was meant to be, my pain she seems to sense. And then the puppy licks my hand and soon before I've time to think, A smile begins to purse my lips and darkened thoughts begin to sink. You can't replace the one you've lost, but I have found a friend to soothe, That needs me just as much as Ginger did, I'm sure she would approve. For my BridgeKids, Pepper, Joey & Ginger. Mommy
  2. In Memory Of JB Dogg and Dan Hodes

    My Deepest Sympathies on such a terrible loss, Soft tears are gently falling. May I please offer the following story in the hopes of it bringing some small measure of comfort in your time of sadness and loss. . . A meeting at the Bridge (In April 1997, this message & followup reply were posted on the Time-Warner Pets Forum on CompuServe by staff member Margaret Kowalski. I have posted it here for all to share. It is a true story.) Last fall, in the dark hours of a very windy early morning, fire sirens sounded in our quiet neighborhood. In quick succession, another and another and another screaming truck rolled up. The HI-LO howl of an Ambulance hurrying to it's destination joined the chorus. Suddenly the howl of the wind lost the battle for supremacy; it could no longer compete with those sirens. Now two police cruisers converged on our quiet corner. The night, no longer dark and empty, was a collage of color, bustle and man-made noise. Cars were leaving their stalls in the parking lots, to be replaced by fire fighting equipment, rescue truck and ambulance; fire fighters, paramedics, police, and the people evicted from the row houses milled around in the mixture. The smells of a fire out of control replaced the odors of late fall. The air was now full of flying, smoking embers instead of blowing leaves. By morning it was clear that the men and equipment had won the battle. The cost of that victory tallied out at one house destroyed, several badly smoke-damaged, many tired but thankful Emergency Services staff, two firefighters being treated for smoke inhalation, and a little girl's two kitties, victims of the raging fire. This child was torn between the pain of her furkids' death, and the thankfulness felt by them all that the fire hadn't claimed more lives. At first she was convinced that she shouldn't mourn for her furfamily, because the whole family had lost so much and it would only make her Mom and Dad feel worse. She even thought that somehow she was responsible for the fire in the first place because she had named those kitties Dusty and Smokey. It was a heavy load for that little heart to carry and mind to deal with; this little girl had successfully fought one round of a battle with Leukemia, and now she had been handed another battle with grief. When she found out about the Candle Ceremony, and read some of the stories and poems about Rainbow Bridge, she grasped the knowledge and made it all hers. She even had a special name for the participants in the Candle Ceremony each week, and eagerly joined in herself, with her Mom and Dad. We were re-named "the Candle People", we who had helped a little girl deal with and start to heal from her loss. Some weeks ago, the Leukemia reappeared, and she was hospitalized again. The treatments this time were not effective, and she slowly lost ground, though not her sense of humor not her consideration for other people... especially those caring for her. This week, she drifted along the borders of knowing and not knowing, until she lost all knowing. Early this morning, 12:30 AM, Tuesday April 15, 1997, she opened her eyes and smiled at her parents who were sitting on the edges of her bed; her eyes looked beyond them, her mouth opened and she said with a voice full of love and wonder, "SMO-key!!" Her little self relaxed, and Della went forward to meet her Smokey and Dusty on that Bridge. Please remember her family, consisting of her Mom, Dad and Grandma as well as two Aunts, an Uncle and two cousins, in your prayers. Thank you all. Hugs Marg Some time later the following letter was received from Della's family with a request that it be shared with all the "Candle People": Thanks from Della's Mom and Dad I want to thank each and every one of you who shared the most painful time we've ever known. When we had the fire last fall, we were so very discouraged; all that we had gathered in 12 years as a family was gone. We had a distraught daughter who lost not only her inanimate treasures, but also had to adjust to the death of her two kitties. Smokey and Dusty had been given to Della when her leukemia went into remission, and they were her joy. We had not been allowed the time to save them, there was only time to get Della out, and escape ourselves. But oh, we felt so guilty! Then a knock at the door, and Heather from Disaster Relief Services asked if we would let a lady come over for a few minutes and talk to us. We hesitated for a few minutes, and Heather said that she felt it would be all right, and if we wished, she would stay with us. With that assurance, we agreed to see this lady, and Heather phoned to ask if she could come then. Marg came in, and spent almost half an hour talking to us, telling us that she would like to share something with Della that had helped other people who had to recover from the loss of a loved one. She showed us the text of what she called The Candle Ceremony, as well as some writings, and asked if she could show them to Della and talk to her for a few minutes. When we said that she could, she asked that we stay with them, since we didn't know her, and that if at any time we were uncomfortable to stop her there. Della took to Marg right away, and was thrilled that her babies were going to be remembered with love by so many people. Marg talked about their death with a great deal of sensitivity to a sorrowing 10 year old. Before she left, she gave Della her phone number and address, telling her that if she wanted to talk, she could phone or come to her house. As Marg told her, she wouldn't stop hurting all at once, but it would get better with time. We're sure that Della's recovery from Smokey and Dusty's death was made smoother by the love that Marg brought from you all and shared with Della. The night that Della came home and said that she had talked to the Candle People was a highlight of her life..... she was too excited to sleep, all she could talk about was how great you all are and didn't even care that she was so slow at typing. Pete and I have been the beneficiaries of that love and caring these past weeks, and it was that caring and the prayers, accompanied by the candle glow, that gave us the strength to support Della as she herself made her way to the re-union with Smokey and Dusty. Marg called herself the pipeline for the caring of all of you, and we felt surrounded by a ring of prayer, love and support. We can't ever thank you enough, but we want you to know that we'll be on the lookout for ways and opportunities to be part of that pipeline for other people who are hurting like this. Again, thank you all from grateful hearts. In sincere gratitude, Pete and Mary The final chapter to this incredible story: On April 14, 1998 I received a beautiful letter from Della's Parents. Since it is also for all of you who light candles each Monday, I am sharing it with you. Dear Ed Marion has graciously said that she'll bring this to you, since we weren't able to get to the chat place last night. I want to say "Thank you, from very grateful hearts for what you've done". Last night was the first time that we've been able to read Meeting on the Bridge and our reply on your webspace. Your introduction is beautiful, and when we close our eyes and think of it, we'll always see it against the background you've chosen. It's as if she's speaking from beyond the sky, isn't it? We were telling Mother about what a sense of peace there is about the way you've presented it, and her comment was "When someone dies, we hold funerals or memorial services, we place markers on the grave and pretty soon the only ones who know of that life are family and friends. It's not going to be like that for Della". You have made it possible for our daughter to continue doing what she loved to do in the world, make a difference for people, and help them to feel better. Words can never thank you enough. This has been the most terrible year and a half of our lives; yet through all the pain and tears, we've been so blessed. Marg led us to the Candle People, and from them we've been given the strength to move ahead into a deeper peace than we could have thought possible. You will all be a part of our own Candle Ceremony as we remember Della on this first anniversary of her Meeting with Smokey and Dusty this Wednesday. Again, thank you for the marvellous work you're doing on your webplace, and thank you for sharing the most devastating yet most wonderful moment of our lives. Awed love Mary and Pete Just four days after I received the letter, I learned that on April 18th 1998 Pete, Mary, and Della's Grandmother were victims of a head on collision while visiting relatives on the first anniversary of Della's passing. They are now all together. Again and forever. Across the Rainbow Bridge. May it be many, many years from now that you Dan and JB Dogg are reunited one fine and joyous day at that beautiful bridge. Again, I'm so terribly sorry for your loss. . . Yvonne a.k.a. VioletGirl
  3. My beloved baby Ginger, Soft tears are gently falling. . . After losing my Pepper in 2000 and then Joey in 2002, two years ago today I didn't think I would ever be able to breathe without intense pain again when the angels came to take her home. I've missed her so. . . But then Pepper sent Tawney, Joey sent Benjamin and then Ginger sent Cookie. I still miss them all - each one is so unique and individual. So this is for my unique little furchildren who I so long to hug and kiss again. . . AGAIN (Author Unknown) A fat little puppy sits in a pen. He's looking at you. You're looking at him. You reach down to pick him up. He sure is a cute little pup. He licks your face with his little pink tongue. Oh what the heck, you'll take this one. You have no idea, no way to know. Just how deep this bond would someday grow. A tired old dog lies on the floor. His body is weak; he can't rise anymore. You look in his eyes. There is absolute trust. You pick up the phone and do what you must. Then you lie down beside your tired old friend. Think of the years and don't want it to end. With tears in your eyes, you stroke his beautiful head. You know that never again will he sleep by your bed. For fourteen years, you have shared so much love. It's now time to send him to heaven above. You lie there with your old dog on the floor, and silently wait for the knock at the door. The vet comes in, his face full of compassion. He gives you a moment, he knows it's your last one. It takes only a minute; it's a gentle, painless way. In a moment like this, there is nothing to say. There is only one thing that helps with the pain. It's knowing that someday you'll be together again. But the days go on and you can't quit crying. You loved him so much that you just feel like dying. There is one more thing that can help you get by. To ease the pain and help the tears dry. You never want to go through such pain again. But you find yourself looking for a new little friend. A fat little puppy sits in a pen. He's looking at you. You're looking at him. You remember the love; you remember the laughter. And just for a moment the pain doesn't matter. As you reach down into the pen, there is no doubt it's worth doing again. It will take some time, but now you know just how deep a love can someday grow. I miss you my babies, every day. But I thank you for sending me the beautiful, fuzzy faces that share my life now. I don't think I could have made it without them AND you! How I wish you were here. . . Mommy
  4. In Memory Of JB Dogg and Dan Hodes

    Dear Dan, I have just read through your and JB Dogg's journey and I must say that I'm having a hard time typing this message to you for the tears pouring down my face. . . Please accept my deepest sympathy for your terrible loss. I'm so very sorry that your little baby dog had to leave you as I've found the pain to be most unbearable. Please also accept these little "gifts" from a stranger whose heart you and your handsome little baby dog have touched so deeply. . . This one I offered up to God when he sent his angels to take my little baby dog, Ginger, home last year. . . A Parting Prayer Dear Lord, please open your gates and call St. Francis to come escort this beloved companion across the Rainbow Bridge. Assign him to a place of honor, for he has always been a faithful servant and has always done his best to please me. Bless the hands that send him to you, for they are doing so in love and compassion, freeing him from pain and suffereing. Grant me the strength not to dwell on my loss. Help me remember the details of his life with the love that he has shown me. And grant me the courage to honor him by sharing those memories with others. Let him remember me as well and let him know that I will always love him. And when it's my time to pass over into your paradise, please allow him to accompany those who will bring me home. Thank you, Lord, for the gift of his companionship and for the time we've had together. And thank you, Lord, for granting me the strenth to give him back to you now. Amen by Kim Crenshaw Duckworth And, this one, I truly believe seems to have the spirit that has brought another little puppy love into my life for each of my beloved BridgeKids. . . To Love Again Oh what unhappy twist of fate has brought you homeless to my gate. The gate where once another stood to beg for shelter, warmth and food? For from that day I ceased to be the master of my destiny. While he, with bark and velvet paw became within my house the law. He scratched the furniture and shed and claimed the middle of my bed. He ruled in arrogance and pride and broke my heart the day he died. So if you really think, oh dog I'd willingly relive all that, because you come forlorn and thin WELL, DON'T JUST STAND THERE - COME ON IN!!! Author Unknown Again, Dan, my heart goes out to you in your pain. I hope that you will consider, when the time is right for you, to let JB Dogg help guide you to the next little puppy love that he thinks would be a good fit for his daddy. I'm so terribly sorry. . . VioletGirl (aka Yvonne, mommy to many here and at the Bridge)
  5. I am looking for a poem

    You are most welcome, Ladies! I'm very glad that I could help you. Just in case you might like to see one of my favs, here it is. . . I Loved You Best by Jim Willis So this is where we part, my friend, and you'll run on, around the bend. Gone from sight, but not from mind. New pleasures there you'll surely find. I will go on, I'll find the strength, life measures quality, not it's length. One long embrace before you leave, share one last look before I grieve. There are others, that much is true. But they be they, and they aren't you. And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought, will remember well all you've taught. Your place I'll hold, you will be missed, the head I stroked, the nose I kissed. And as you journey to your final rest, take with you this. . . I LOVED YOU BEST! -Dedicated to my beloved BridgeKids Pepper, Joey & Ginger (so that they know just how much mommy & daddy miss them) May God hold you and your beloveds safe in his arms until you are all reunited once again. Yours in sorrow, Yvonne
  6. I am looking for a poem

    Hello Lori, This MIGHT possibly be the writing that you're looking for, but I'm not sure as it's not a poem, per say, but it was written for a lovely greyhound girl by the name of Misty Blue, so I'm hoping that there is a good chance it might be the one. . . http://www.angelbluemist.com/aplaceforus.html I sure hope that it is just the ticket, as I know just how special some certain writings can be to one's heart when so many pieces of your heart have "run on ahead around the bend". Please let me know if it's not, because I think there may be a few other sources to check! Yours in Sorrow, VioletGirl (a.k.a., Yvonne, Mommy many here and at the Bridge)
  7. I am looking for a poem

    Hello Lori, This MIGHT possibly be the writing that you're looking for, but I'm not sure as it's not a poem, per say, but it was written for a lovely greyhound girl by the name of Misty Blue, so I'm hoping that there is a good chance it might be the one. . .