The painful loss of a beautiful dog.
This is not the time to engage in deep philosophical thoughts about death, dogs and what we can learn from them. I shall leave that for later.
Just to hold dear in our minds what dogs offer humanity. Dear friends, Rosemarie and Joe, who lunched with us yesterday gave us the following poem and it seems a very apt way to send out prayers into the universe.
- Corrie, just 10 days ago.
With eye upraised his masters look to scan,
The joy, the solace and the aid of man.
The rich man’s guardian and the poor man’s friend,
The only creature faithful to the end. George Crabbe
Corrie died at 01:30 this morning with Jean and me holding her tight in our arms and our prayers. She was a good dog. Her loving and faithful soul will return.
Dear Corrie – you are now at peace for evermore.
Learning from Dogs 
We are so sorry to hear of your loss of beloved Corrie. This is a beautiful picture of Jeannie with her girl! Our thoughts are with you both!
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Thank you both.
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Corrie… so beautiful. I’m very sorry for your loss. Bless your hearts with peace.
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DK, thank you for your loving thoughts.
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Sorry you lost your darling dog – today has been full of tears for us Australians so much lost in so short a time can only be thankful our family is all safe – our thoughts are with you.
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Thank you my dear friends, Email on its way to you.
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I know only too well the grief of losing such a beloved friend of our most loyal of animal kingdoms.. My heartfelt thoughts are with you both. Her soul goes on, and she will be forever faithfuland stay close to those who gave her back the unconditional love she gave you.
Sue
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SD, you are so right. In death we only lose the physical body; the souls of these loving creatures return to show that the love we give them and receive back is far from wasted.
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Our love and thoughts go out you guys. When we lost Susie we were heartbroken. One of our friends posted this to us. I hope it brings some comfort. Love to you. xx
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….
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Dearest Becky, that is such a beautiful dream, thank you. Over all the years that Jean was in Mexico she rescued, give or take, about 70 dogs,finding homes for some, keeping them as pets for others. Apart from my Pharaoh, we have eleven in the house here. So Jean is guaranteed quite a party in Rainbow Bridge!
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Dear Paul,
I just wanted to say my girl Free is there, running in the meadows and playing with her cousin.
I saw her many times after she left this earth. She was happy in my very clear visions until one day when I was so sad. I was crying over missing her. I saw her that day in my living room. Her head was leaning to one side, as if to say she didn’t understand, and I heard her spirit questioning me. I didn’t hear words out loud, but I heard her message –“I thought you promised you would be okay.”
That day, I met my girl Ruthie. I’ve never seen Free again, not so clearly, not like I did in those weeks before I found Ruthie. I know it sounds off the wall, and it is, but it sure happened.
Sometimes, I still see a picture of Free in my mind. She is always smiling and happy. I promised her I would remember our good times and as hard as I imagined that would be, every time I think of her, I nearly laugh, just like I am as I write about her.
She continues to give, even though she had to cross that bridge.
Peace to you and your family.
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