dedication

In Loving Memory of Gizzy,
Nipper & Wrinkles
(and the others that have left us.)

To visit our other pets that are no longer with us click on the flame

This page is dedicated to those pets that have left us. I personally believe that one day we will be reunited with them and until that day they are healthy and happy and waiting for us. This poem was given to us when we lost Muffin, our 13 year old black stray that we rescued in 1983 and was a member of our family until 1995. Gizzy, our adored 7 yr old kitty crossed Rainbow Bridge on April 16, 1998 and Nipper left us on September 16th, 1999. The other main doggie love of my life, Wrinkles left us 3 years to the date that we lost our sweet Nipper-Sept. 2002. To read Gizzy's, Nipper's or Wrinkle's story click on their picture.

The Rainbow Bridge

author unknown

There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth.

It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of it's 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 there is only one thing missing.

They are not with their special person who loved them on earth.

So, each day they run and play until the day comes

when one suddenly stops playing and looks up.

The nose twitches, the ears are up, the eyes are staring,

and this one suddenly runs from the group.

You have been seen, and when you and your special friend meet,

you take him or her in your arms and embrace.

Your face is kissed again and again and again,

and you look once more into the eyes of your trusting pet.

Then together you cross the Rainbow Bridge together,

never again to be separated.

Living Love

If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember...

The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder. Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter--simple because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or front room--and when you feel it brush against you for the first time--it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many years to come.

The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later. It will be a day like any other. Routine and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your longtime friend and see age where you once saw youth. You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw energy. And you will see sleep where you once saw activity. So you will begin to adjust your friend's diet--and you may add a pill or two to her food. And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally arrives.

And on this day--if your friend and God have not decided for you, then you will be faced with making A decision of your own--on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you---you will feel as alone as a single star in the dark night.

If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as they must. And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you. But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul--a bit smaller in size than your own---seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days to come.

And at moments when you least expect anything our of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against your leg--very very lightly. And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lay---you will remember those three significant days. The memory will most likely be painful, and leave an ache in your heart---As time passes the ache will come and go as it has a life of its own. You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you. If you reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either way, it will still be an ache.

But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when---along with the memory of your pet---and piercing through the heaviness in your heart---there will come a realization that belongs only to you. It will be as unique and strong as your relationship with each animal we have loved, and lost. This realization takes the form of a Living Love---like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this Love will remain and grow--and be there for us to remember. It is a love we have earned. It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live. It is a Love which is ours alone. And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our Beloved Pets--it is a Love that we will always possess.

Written by Martin Scot Kosins

Client's Babies

The saddest part of being a Pet Sitter is having to say good bye. We have fond memories of all of "our pets" that have crossed the Bridge and they will always have a special place in our hearts .


Dusky	Michelob	Maxwell

Ginger	Bailey	Shelly

Maxine	Doogan	Madison

Haley	Andrew	Cleo
Tipper		Chipper
	Confetti
	Thing
Brie		Tiffany

Coco	Steuey	Sue

Spencer	Cedar	Catherine