Rainbow Bridge

There comes a time in every pet owners life when we face the harsh reality our beloved pets are no longer with us. This page serves as a memorial to their lives and the fond memories we've had of them.

The following dedications are to those who have gone on before, to those who have crossed that Rainbow Bridge and are now reunited with friends of days gone by.

Today is February 1st and this morning Bella was once again reunited with Cleo over the Rainbow Bridge. Bella was the sort of dog, once met never forgot, at times she could be a cantankerous, stroppy, and down right stubborn old mare but she was my cantankerous, stroppy, and down right stubborn old mare, and I loved her for all her faults. She had originally been rehomed in North Wales many years ago but was returned due to an illness in the family and I promised that she would stay with me until her time was up, that promise was kept. She had started to go downhill shortly after Cleo passed away and had been a bit poorly for a while but it was nothing that I could put my finger on, however, a bout of prolonged diarrhoea, excessive drinking and weigh loss prompted a visit to see the vet. I told him of her problems and that the diarrhoea was almost black, after examining her he promptly said it was most likely cancer of the bowel. Sebastian administered the injection and she died peacefully in my arms. At 13 she had had a full life but a life which started with two broken legs and left for dead because she wasn't quick enough, she wanted for nothing and was thoroughly spoilt and it was only in the last year or so that we decided she was getting too old for fundraising and going to the Sunday walks but everyone who met and knew her, understood what an unusual and pretty dog she was.

2009 has ended the with sad loss of Biggles. He had been homed to Dorna earlier in the year, a gentle giant if there ever was one and a greyhound who was the epitome of the breed. His passing at 2 years old has been a major shock and he is the youngest greyhound we have ever homed to loose their life to a terminal illness, that illness was Acute B Cell Lymphoblastic Leukaemia which took his young life in the space of one short week.

Sam, I have written this as a remembrance of Biggles it was very difficult but I have finished it, thanks for your kind words and help.
Regards Dorna

Dear Biggles, when you first came into my life you were a handsome brindle and white enormous dog, so shy and nervous it was painful to watch, you were terrified of everything, you were the most gentle and respectful dog I have ever known, but you had a strength and determination, if there was something that you wanted.
I remember when you had only been here two days and we went down the garden and you saw a bumble bee, you ran very fast back to the house because you were terrified of the bee, but you gradually started to come out of your shell especially when Dotty arrived, you blossomed and the two of you became very good friends, Dotty misses you very much.
I have never had such an affection for a dog before although I have loved them all, you were special, friends fell in love with you even those who were frightened of dogs petted you, when I walk in the park with Dotty now so many people asks “where is Biggles” you touched so many people in you short life.
It was a privilege to have known you Biggles you beautiful dog, I will miss you and you will be in my heart forever.

Biggles and Dotty enjoy a snooze

On Wednesday, 9th September, I said a very emotional and tearful goodbye to my beautiful boy Shannon. I was lucky to be given him when he was 8 years old. This gentle, loving, special boy was my constant companion for 6 1/2 years and the loss of not having him in my life is indescribable. He was happy, content, and his spirit was willing but sadly he was suffering from Spondylosis and his back legs were no longer strong enough to give him the quality of life he deserved.

With the loving support of Sam, and the kindness of Sebastiano, Shannon passed away peacefully in my arms in his favourite place on my couch. As my tears fall writing this, I take comfort that across the Rainbow Bridge he is now running and playing, pain free, with his lovely greyhound friends, Phantom, Toby and Cleo.

This morning, Thursday September 3rd 2009 at 12.22AM I said a very tearful and heart wrenching goodbye to my lovely, special little girl Cleo. At 11 years old she had been a faithful and loyal companion for over 7 years. She had taken ill late Wednesday morning and had very quickly deteriorated over a period of a few short hours. At just before Midnight I had the call I was dreading. The vet said she was slipping away before their eyes. He administered the injection and she passed away very peacefully in my arms. She was diagnosed with Rapid Supraventricular Tachycardia.

On Thursday 20th August 2009, our beautiful brindle boy, Toby, died aged just six years. Just two weeks before he developed a limp, so we took him to the vet, hoping it was just a sprain or some kind of injury from running around as he had done right up to the previous day. The vet was Edward who we know and trust and he told us the pain and the location of the pain indicated something more serious. X rays confirmed the worst, bone cancer. Toby was given strong pain killers and we took him home to make him as comfortable as possible for whatever time he had. Sadly, it was only a few days, the pain increased and so did the pain killers until Toby was on maximum dose. In those two weeks Bob and I took it in turns to stay with Toby at all times as he made it plain he wanted our company. He died peacefully just after noon in his own home with Billy our black and white greyhound lying by his side. Bob and I were with him too and Edward our vet. Even our two dachshunds remained quiet. It is unthinkable that our beautiful boy, so healthy and strong, could be diagnosed as having cancer and die within the space of two short weeks. The are no words to describe how much we miss him, but he needed to find peace from the pain he was in. Toby was loyal and faithful, he loved his friend Billy and he loved his people. Wherever I was in the house, that's where Toby would be. We had wonderful days out together. Just five days before he died, we took Toby in the car to a local beauty spot, Mallards Pike. With the help of a neighbour and a makeshift ramp he got in the car quite comfortably. I knew that day would be the last time we could take him out. He had an ice cream and enjoyed it so much he licked his lips. We will always remember him.

Billy misses his friend Toby terribly, it is awful to see him so sad.




I miss you terribly and I'll never forget you, my beautiful boy.



Happier days. Goodbye my pretty girl, you were very special and will be sadly missed.



At peace now, our lovely boy, it was a pleasure to have known you, we were always so proud of you. You lived with us just less than three years but will always be loved and missed.