I don’t know who it is harder on, the one getting old, or the ones watching those whom we love get old.
It has been a very sad week for both our household as well as my Mom’s. Dion who was 13 ½ years old has been starting to show signs of old age over the past several weeks, and on Monday evening he crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
This poem has circulated many times and always brings a tear to my eye. There is the sadness of farewell and the knowing he is going to a better place at this time of his life.
It has been a very sad week for both our household as well as my Mom’s. Dion who was 13 ½ years old has been starting to show signs of old age over the past several weeks, and on Monday evening he crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
This poem has circulated many times and always brings a tear to my eye. There is the sadness of farewell and the knowing he is going to a better place at this time of his life.
Rainbow Bridge
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...
I remember when my Mom decided that we were going to take Dion as a puppy back from Elizabeth’s litter out of Rhett & Aajah. Since Dion was our only puppy at the time. He was spoiled and yet always a gentleman, and mild mannered.
I showed him and he easily completed his championship, and then was retired until I met Bill and decided perhaps Dion was the perfect Veteran to teach Bill what it takes to show a dog.
Dion couldn’t have been a better instructor and he and Bill made quite a team, picking up several awards from the veterans class (dogs over age 7).
Dion also taught Bill how to hold a leash properly. I don’t think that we will ever forget walking in the vineyards behind John & Tracey Skupny’s house. They turned Indi and Tazi loose to run and Dion decided he was going too.
The leash slipped right through Bills fingers and Dion was free. It was a heart stopping moment for everyone except Dion who was thrilled to be running in the vineyards with the other dogs.
Thank heavens they didn’t scare up a bunny that day.
After I got married the boys remained at home with my Mom. Dion, Buddy and my Mom became constant companions. A gentleman watching over the household sitting on his favorite chair or in front of the fire.
We are two households and a single family that deeply miss one special Saluki boy, Dion.
Ch. Snowynde Pandava of Tiarc, JC
March 15, 1996 – November 2, 2009
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