The Rainbow Bridge
for Dedicated to the memory of Dudley & Bailey Dudley, age 7, a
West Highland White Terrier from Plymouth, Michigan Bailey, age 18
months, a West Highland White Terrier from Clawson, Michigan AT THE RAINBOW BRIDGE "There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge, because of its many colors. 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. Those old and frail animals are young again. Those who have been maimed are made whole again. They play all day with each other. But some of them here by the Bridge are different. They were beaten, starved, tortured, and unloved. They watch wistfully as their friends leave one by one, to cross the Bridge with their special person. But for them there is no special one. Their time on Earth did not give them one. But one day, as they run and play, they notice someone standing by the road to the Bridge. They see a person wistfully watching the reunions of friends, for during life, this person had no pet. This person, too, was unloved. Standing there alone, one of the unloved pets approaches, curious as to why this person is also alone. And as the unloved pet and the unloved person get nearer to each other, a miracle occurs, for these are the ones who were meant to be together; the special person and the beloved pet who never had the chance to meet while on Earth. Finally, now, at the edge of the Rainbow Bridge, they meet, their pain and sorrow disappear, and two friends come together." "They cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated." *Author Unknown* RIP, Dudley, may you meet your special person soon! RIP, Bailey, may you meet your special person soon!
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| After Death Farewell Master, yet not farewell, Author-Edwin Arnold A loving tribute to the
bunnies who were found in a horrific condition Tigger You were the pitiful victim of rampant inbreeding, disgusting cage conditions and simple stupidity on the part of your owner. You had finally been turned loose to fend for yourself. You were so weak you could barely walk; but you did manage to creep onto my property. You were given veterinary care to treat your systemic pasteurella and other illnesses. You held out for eight months before your illnesses caught up with you and you were humanely put down. Centaur You were found in a feed store. You had full blown pneumonia, conjunctivitis, an inner ear infection that caused you to rock your head from side-to side; and a skin infection from filth that gave you open sores and turned what little hair you had left green. The store said you were dumped off like that. You were treated and cleaned up; what a nice surprise to find out that you were an English angora when your fur grew out! Your pasteurella would catch up with you, too; it took one of your legs and your sight. You were put to sleep after five years, fighting your illnesses all the way. Temper You were owned by someone who didn't even respect human life. I don't know what he did to you to make you so mean; but you were put down after you broke your leg in a cage accident three months after I had acquired you. You were so vicious that neither the vet nor I could handle you to treat you. You are at peace now. Dominique You died a week ago yesterday. I found you at my favorite pet store. The owner, Tim, told me that you were left abandoned in your cage in front of the store all night. You looked as though you could have had spinal trauma, neurological disease, systemic pasteurella; or all of the above. You were treated tentatively for all of them; but you died suddenly in your cage only three weeks later. I had hoped you'd hold out a little longer like the others. I love all of you; and
my other rabbits would have liked to
An Abuse Story This story is probably not like any of the other stories that you have gotten before because the abuse doesn't end in death. It ends in happiness and life. I have a miniature Vietnamese pot bellied pig. I got him four years ago after I got a call from one of my dads friends telling him that his neighbor had a pig that was being abused. So my dad took me over there and I went up to the people and asked them if I could see their pig. They were hesitant at first but finally they took me out to a small dog cage used for dogs when they are traveling short distances. The pig could not even stand up in his "home" and there was no food or water for him. I asked if I could take him out of his cage for a minute and they said I could. When I took him out I could see the wild scared look in his eyes but he could not fight me because his frail weak body only weighed a mere 15 pounds when it should have weighed around 80 pounds. I could tell the pig had not been fed in at least a week and he was constipated so bad it hurt for him to move. I saw all this while my dad was waiting for me in his truck. He was planning to take me to the police to report the story if I thought it was that bad, but I had other ideas. I told the people I know they hadn't been taking care of their animals in the proper way and that I should have called the police and got them put in jail. But instead I told them that if they gave the pig to me and took their two dogs to a no kill shelter I wouldn't call the police. I also told them if I ever stopped by to tell them how the pig was doing and they had another animal that wasn't in perfect shape I was turning them in. They whole heartedly agreed and I took the pig to my dad and told him I was going to try to get it to get better. He agreed and we went to the store and bought a baby bottle and formula because the pig was to weak to eat on its own. After about 6 months the pig weighed about 70 pounds and was a permanent household pet for me. Although the pig is deformed in many places and has a bit of trouble getting around sometimes because of his past malnutrition, I know that when he dies, he will be happy and know that people are nice, and that some people really do care. Please print my story not because my beloved pig lived but because when he does die, he wont have to find someone to love him before he crosses the rainbow bridge, because he has more than enough people that already love him.
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