Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together. …Author Unknown
It wasn’t love at first sight for Chelsea but we gave her the space she needed and showed her that we were committed to her. She spent the first evening at home in her travel box and growled at anyone who came within metres of her. Later that night, she made her way to the couch across from everyone else but continued to ignore the family.
At around 4 in the morning, I heard the pitter-patter of feet coming up the stairs to our bedroom and that was the night I lost ownership of my side of the bed. Chelsea brought joy to the household that December of 2005. Our family is forever grateful to Jocelyn of JRTRO for fostering Chelsea for many years and making her the wonderful dog that she was.
Chelsea was an avid hunter and would follow her daddy to worksites in the bush. She never wandered away and always checked to see where daddy was. Together as a family, we would enjoy long walks in the forest that surrounded the town.
Chelsea lived to the ripe old age of about 16 years and enjoyed a great life with our family. She is missed dearly and will always be in our hearts.
Susan and James Parsons
Buddy wasn’t just a dog but a best friend, a brother and an integral part of the Wilson family. He loved people and would greet them with tons of kisses and welcomed them like family. Although he was a little guy, he would stand up to the biggest dogs in the neighbourhood.
One of his most favourite things to do is to lay in the sun and soak in the warmth. Buddy also loved watching tv. He would stare at the tv and wait for it to be turned on. Buddy was a dog that had his own evening shows to watch. Some of his favourites included Dog Whisperer, Pick a Puppy, and Dr. Pol. Buddy also loved exploring. He was always curious and showed no fear.
Laura, his human sister, expressed her love for Buddy in saying, “I am the only child so he became my brother. He was the greatest dog anyone would have the pleasure of meeting.” He left the world too soon and is missed dearly.
Andy and Aurora
Although Andy and Aurora were not littermates they were soulmates. They were born into a family home environment and had the same parents. Andy was from the first litter and Aurora from the second. They were together constantly from the time we brought wee Aurora home at eight weeks and introduced her to her big brother Andy, who was 16 months. They were inseparable, often to Andy’s chagrin. They looked so alike but they were different – Aurora anxious where Andy was calm, a fussy eater where Andy never said no to a treat. But what made them so truly similar was their love of any type of play – stick chasing, ball chasing, walks at the beach – and their brave hearts and loving dispositions. Aurora died of cancer just a few months shy of 13 years in May 2007 and Andy died during seizures last December at almost 17. We miss them every day. ~Linda Klan and Peter Coney
Maggie: February 19, 2010 We adopted Maggie when she was about 10 years old. Myself and the kids had been wanting a JRT for some time and had been looking at the site for a few months trying to find the right dog. Never did we think that a senior dog was going to be the one. But once I saw Maggie it was love at first site. Since the very first day she was in our family she was full of surprises. We thought that we were just getting a great pet but we got much more. She somehow knew when my son needed her. Everyday after school she was at the door waiting for the kids to come home and if my son was having a bad day she knew and would sit with him for hours calming him down and making him feel better. Never was she taught to be this way, she just knew he needed her. We did so many fun things with Maggie. Swimming in the canal in on a record breaking heat wave in October, traveling to the States for a Pet Expo, Trick or Treating, a JRT fun day, even being a model in a few photo shoots. The few years that we had with her were so packed full of love. She loved our walks along the canal to sit and watch the sun set. Even when her health started to fail she was still our lovable Miss Maggie. On Feb 19, 2010 we had to make the hard choice to help her on the journey to the Rainbow Bridge. She has been battling a form of dementia for some time and was showing signs of heart trouble. We knew that she was not herself anymore and was no longer enjoying life as she knew it. As I held her for the last time she let me know the never ending love she had for us. Kissing the tears away letting me know it was okay, she was ready to start a new journey. Maggie’s time with us may of been shorter than we had wished but she taught us much more than we could of taught her. We miss her everyday and will always remain in our hears as our Miss Maggie Moo.
Scooter : 1999-2010 Scooter lived a life of near-perfection. When he was very young, he came to live with Lynda and Allen at their huge farm on Lake Erie. He delighted in riding along on the gator with Allen, or visiting the horses in the barn with Lynda. He helped run the sugaring-off in the spring of each year. He kept busy winter, spring, summer and fall with the many jobs involved in running a farm. In the past two years he enjoyed travelling to Florida for the winter months. Unfortunately he did not live to see through this winter, and he died in Florida while tending to the horses. He is missed more than words can express. We are grateful for the years he had, and his life that was so full of love and adventure.
Raleigh : 2004- 2009: “The Most Tragical Dog in the Whole World” If you sat down to write the saddest doggie story of all time you’d probably come up with something like Raleigh ’s story. He came to me in 2006 as the most frightened and traumatized dog that any of us had seen, his young life marred by abuse and teasing at the hands of three out-of-control kids. Socializing Raleigh was the most work I’d ever invested in a dog. He would stand at the window barking furiously at anything that went by; he would lunge at other dogs while out on walks, growl at people coming to the door, and was generally out-of-sorts with the world. At home, he could never quite settle in, forever peeing on the rugs and furniture, although he eventually called a truce with his two Jack siblings. He began to come into his own in the JRT Trials and Fun Days. He was a natural athlete and excelled at all things Jack- it did wonders for his confidence and he finally began to find his niche in the grand scheme of things. His temperament changed and he lost his fear of the world. The usual snarling at people at the door was replaced with hugs and smiles and big wet, sloppy kisses. Rescue dogs are especially loving once they settle in- Raleigh could hardly express enough gratitude for his new life, forever snuggling and following me around the house. He began to go down when I had to put down Sydney, his 14 year old rescue sibling. At first I thought he was depressed but then I realized it was more than that. X-rays revealed a serious lung infection and other possible complications. Despite the best treatment and loving-care we could give him, he continued to decline and died in my arms early in the morning on the first day of winter 2009. Although Raleigh ’s story is heartbreaking on so many levels, it shouldn’t discourage those who want to help in the rescue of these magnificent dogs. Although he was struck down just when life was really getting good for him, his three years of love in a happy home was able to erase all the bad things that happened to him in puppyhood, and he died a happy and well-loved dog with a wide following of friends and admirers. Jim Lawson, December 2009
Sydney- 1995- 2009 Sydney was probably the smartest dog I’ve ever known. In somewhat-typical JRT form he would sit on the sofa in the midst of our conversations, calmly looking from person to person as they spoke like he was about to say something. And no, he didn’t really play chess, but it wouldn’t have surprised anyone if he did. He’s lucky he made it to his first birthday though. As a pup he committed that common and usually fatal JRT error of charging across the road at an unsuspecting squirrel, slamming headlong into a passing car and knocking himself senseless. The dog was fine but the humans involved were considerably shaken by the incident. He was my sister’s dog for the first 7 years of his life and in that period enjoyed life on a four-acre farm south of Windsor, freely mingling with the other farm animals, occasionally trotting down to the next farm to visit his other doggie friends, and regularly tormenting his old buddy, Ebony, the resident horse. It was almost comical to see this 16 pound dog trying furiously to bring down a 1,200 pound horse, but he was determined and Ebony displayed infinite patience, only trodding on him once or twice as Syd worried his fetlocks. He became my first “rescue” when my sister had to find a new home for him and despite the transition from country life to the city of Toronto , he enjoyed himself immensely for the next 7 years. He was very sick for the last year of his life but put such a brave face on it that even his vet wasn’t aware of how ill he was. On the last weekend of November he made his final voyage to Windsor to stay with his old Mom and Dad, who knew what needed to be done. My last image of him was that of Sydney sitting in my brother-in-law’s lap, home at last and happily licking the face of his “Daddy”. He spent his last 24 hours snuggled with his old family, eating meatloaf and spending one more morning with his old buddy and nemesis, Ebony, before his final journey down the Green Mile. He is missed by his Rescue siblings Raleigh and Suzie, with whom he enjoyed many fine hours, and his dozens of human friends and admirers. Jim Lawson , 4 December 2009
Our beloved Jennie, 1996-2011
Jennie came to me as an 8 month old puppy, I took her in from an elderly gentleman that just couldn’t keep up with her. Jennie was a sweet and saucy girl that kept me both challenged and entertained throughout the years. She was a beloved companion, comedienne and great huntress of vacuum cleaners.