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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 and 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 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. The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to break away 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.

Hyper Spiker June 12,2008

This picture is just so typical of all the pictures I have of Hyper Spiker. He was always climbing and laying on top of someone. I especially liked this picture because it was with his 2 best girl friends, Precious Porkchop and Angie Mae as well as a little buddy Smilin JJ who ran to the bridge last year due to cancer. Hyper Spiker is the Red Min Pin...the one on top!!
On June 12,2008 my darling boy started his next journey. He was only 10 1/2 and much to young:((

I am sure with his personality he is getting into all kinds of trouble at the Rainbow Bridge. He was a pogo stick kind of boy. Always bouncing about, and always happy. He was a sweet boy who liked all he met, pup or human. He came to me with no teeth and his little tongue stuck out . He had some health issues but nothing major so when he was playing one minute and and running to the bridge the next it was a terrible shock. I miss his funny little face and his sloppy kisses. I miss his pushing his way through the others to say hi mama..I miss the way he could gut a toy faster than the dogs with teeth. He was a maniac and a clown rolled into one. He was a screamer and he had the pitch that would curl your hair..and he screamed easily and often. It is to quiet now...He slept under the covers and had a certain spot...he wiggled in no matter who had that spot..it was his after all. It is empty now just like the hole in my heart.

Oh my sweet little boy, mama misses you something fierce...I can't believe you are gone from me.
I know I will see you again, until them play and monkey around and have a grand ole time..kiss your brothers and sisters for me and tell them Mama still misses them too.

I will continue to fight the fight to stop the mills..for so many of you have died needlessly and far to early....

Hugs and kisses and much love to you my little pogo stick...until we meet again

All my love,

March 18, 2008

Our darling princess, Meiling, has passed over to Rainbow
Bridge. She is a Chinese Crested who came to us by Puppymill Rescue in 1998
as “Bunny” and arrived in the cab of a lady truck-driver who met us on the
road as she came through our area. Meiling was so timid and shy and when we
brought her home, she seemed unsure of how to behave outside a cage. Our
two other dogs, Bambi and Dalton, quickly welcomed her and showed her the
ways of our household and she immediately responded with obvious delight and
appreciation. From then on, she had her place in our home and our hearts.

She left us far too soon, for she was only about 11 or 12, but
her early years at the Puppymill took a toll. She had a heart murmur and
contracted mammary cancer and managed to overcome those for years with
courage and goodness. In the end, it was just too much and she had to leave
us. We are grief-stricken at her loss and can only hope that we will be
together again at the Rainbow Bridge. Our Meiling waiting for us will be
our reward.

For now, we can only love her and honor her and thank her for
being with us for the too-brief time she was here. While she waits, she has
Dalton for company and we know that she is safe and warm, enjoying peanut
butter snacks with soft pillows and a fuzzy blanket, and no loud noises.

“Heaven is where all the dogs you’ve ever loved come to greet
you.” Momand Dad (Meryl and Michael Kirschner)

PMR's Sugar Cookie (formerly Lucy) unexpectedly went to the Bridge this morning. I am so devastated right now but briefly she went into acute renal failure. Her poor little body couldn't make it thru this. As so many of the mill dogs are such fighters, so was Cookie.

I got her June 16, 2002. My first words were "she's exactly what I wanted." I reminded her of that this morning. I told her if she needed to go to Amy (PMR Yorkie),it was okay. Amy is at Rainbow Bridge and greeted her little Maltese sis, I'm sure.Yesterday she was dancing and barking for me. Her usual self. I just wanted you to know Cookie is visiting all the other Angels. Iva

My precious Nipper

I thank you all for your beautiful messages of love and hope. I am thankful
for people who know how it feels to lose animals that are beloved family
members.

Losing my precious Nipper is devastating. I adopted him at age 7
years old back in 2000. His sad little face touched my heart. He was my 1st
Puppymillrescue dog and when he came to me I knew so little about mill dogs.
One week after I adopted him he needed a major surgery (FHO) and at that
time we found out he had a multitude of skeletal problems-one almost totally
disintegrated kneecap and the other partially. I thought I would not have
him for very long at all-little did I know I'd be blessed with 8 years of
love from this beautiful boy.

During this last couple of years Nipper grew deaf, blind, and had spinal
stenosis as well as fused areas of his spine. He developed liver disease and
had a chronic corneal ulcer as well. Wonderful supplements,
anti-inflammatory and other medications helped keep him going-he was 15
years old.

His doctors couldn't figure out how he still was able to walk. Seeing his
legs bent as they were, surprised others, but we were just used to him. His
spirit remained intact. During the past several weeks, he was in a lot of
pain. Then his corneal ulcer started again and he was bleeding from his eye
as well. we used several medications but were unable to get it under
control. On Friday I felt he'd had enough. My heart hurts and I miss him
terribly. Everything reminds me of him and even with my other dogs, right
now, the house seems so very empty. Here is a pic of Nipper in better days.
Again, thanks to all of you for your messages of condolence. They mean so
much. Hug and kiss your fur kids.

Jeannine. Nippers web page

In Memory of Pixie

had a very rare embryonic defect and there is no known treatment

Anna is sadly missed. Here is her story: born in a Puppymill July 2, 1995 died in her forever home June 30, 2007

It is with a heavy heart that I write to you about Anna's passing. I adopted her in July of 2001 at the age of six. She had a lot of issues from being in the mill but I loved her just the same. She was a great little girl and her eyes were the window of her soul.

She had developed a tumor in her intestines and it was malignant and had spread. I was with her at the end. I want to thank Jacki for being her foster mom and loving her and also to Jean and the great work that she does. Thanks to all that help in puppymill rescue who help these little dogs have a chance at the good life.

Again thank you
Kathy Greene

Della (formerly known as Babs) passed on February 1 2007

Della came into our lives on November 4, 1999 and brought more love,
compassion, joy and laughter than we ever could have imagined. She
was thought to be between 10-13 years old when we adopted her but as
each year went by, she seemed to get younger and younger. She saw me
through three very long years of law school, pulling all-nighters
with me without a peep of complaint. She made at least a dozen trans-
Atlantic flights accompanying her dad to his new team with the start
of each hockey season. She was a perfect traveler every time. After
being freed from her prison in Missouri, she became quite the
globetrotter living in NYC, Paris, Frankfurt, and Italy, adapting to
each new city with such ease and grace. We made dozens of new friends
simply because she was by our side and everyone wanted to know her.
Della's WEB PAGE

September 2006

It is with a heavy heart that I inform you of the passing of our precious Shotsky. She was 10 years old when we adopted her from PMR, and we had six tremendous years with her. She developed mammary tumors, which we had operated on. Later, the cancer came back and went into her lungs. She was with us to the end, and is now buried out in the yard that she loved and enjoyed so much. In Shotsky's name, I would like to take this opportunity to encourage people to adopt the older dogs. We did, and enjoyed every minute we had with her. Elaine Richardson, Las Vegas, Nevada

September 3, 2006

Rusty

Rusty was not a PMR dog, but he belonged to Robin's son Chris and we at PMR would like to pay respects to Rusty, Robin and Chris by placing Rusty on our Rainbow Bridge page.

Rusty belonged to my son, Chris. He was a 14 year old temperamental Chihuahua. We rescued Rusty from the Humane Society where he was classified as a biter. They figured that he was a mill escapee that had been on his own for quite awhile. His coat looked as though it was moth eaten when we got him about 9 1/2 years ago. Rusty had claustrophobia and would bite if he was crated in anything but a large crate. Chris told us that no one would ever understand him like he did, so he never let. He and Chris had a bond that did not end with Chris's death. Rusty could tell when Chris was near and you could tell it in his behavior and actions.

Rusty was diagnosed with a grade 5 heart murmur almost two years ago. He was not symptomatic until about 6 months ago when he was placed on heart meds. Two weeks ago we were told that he was in end stage when he started having breathing problems. They said his heart was enlarging and it would eventually enlarge too big for the chest and not be able to beat. Last night after eating, taking his meds, he was acting cute and wanted held. He was having his now normal breathing issues. As he was in my arms, he suddenly, quietly, and quickly passed over the rainbow bridge.

He no longer has any problems breathing and he can run like the wind. And best of all, he is now with his best friend and pal, my son, Chris. We miss them both terribly but are at peace that they are now together again.

Robin

August 28, 2006

Harley

Harley came to me as a foster just two short years ago. But in those two years he worked his way into my heart as if he had been here forever. He was so frightened he wouldn't come out from behind the furniture for months. Then, suddenly, he gave me a little kiss on the cheek and I knew he was here to stay. So, he adopted me. We were absolutely devoted to one another. He was my "baby boy" and I was "his momma". He started to become braver by the day. He no longer poohed out of fear whenever he went to the veterinarian or when someone came to the house. He protected his house and his momma because he thought he was as big as his heart was.

Every one fell in love with little Harley. After all, he was beautiful, shy and yet had a twinkle in his eye. He even won the heart of an artist who painted a large portrait of him because she wanted him to become as brave as his portrait was large. He was invited to her gallery opening and was known by everyone as "The Famous Harley". He had his photo taken by many guests. What a popular boy.

He was there for me when my husband and I separated, making a difficult time much easier to get through. I absolutely adored this little boy.

Then, two months ago, Harley started vomiting and had diarrhea. When it didn't clear up within a day or two, I took him into the veterinarian. He was given blood tests and it was thought he had some kind of infection going on. He was given antibiotics and sent home. He didn't seem to get any better, so back we went. Blood tests showed his white blood cells were elevated and the red were really low. More medications were given, steroids, stomach meds, and special food. Still, no improvement. Things were getting worse and a rush trip to the vets twice a week or more was not uncommon. We did more tests, more blood, and more meds. This went on for weeks and I could see him getting weaker. I took him to specialists down state who gave our local vet some options of what could be wrong. More tests...more meds...He even was admitted to the animal hospital for three days and put on IV's. I visited him every day at my lunch hour and after work. He was released to my care since he responded so well to me. I was force feeding him every hour, hoping to keep some nourishment in him. But, the diarrhea was getting worse. His breathing became labored, so another rush trip to the vet’s office. It was then believed he had a malabsorption disease which he had probably had all his life and had finally reached it's peak. Nothing was saving my baby boy. I took him home with more meds and again force fed him every hour. He could barely walk now.

On August 28th I had to take my baby boy into the vets and make the ultimate decision needed to bring peace to the love of my life. I have never felt such pain in my heart. The vet even cried for poor Harley. Harley is at peace now and is in a special spot here with me. I know he is running strong and healthy now and will never be afraid again. There will never, ever be another Harley, but I know he would want me to help other frightened little dogs become brave and as loved as he was. So, my baby boy, Momma will carry on in your honor. I will spread the word to adopt a dog in need, for they will love you with all their hearts, just as you did, my dearest Harley. And I will love you for ever and ever and ever......

Your momma

August 12, 2006

Honey Bear

My friends,

I can almost not type this..it is so painful... But I know we all grieve when there is a passing of one of our babies so I wanted to share with all of you..as I know we all cry together...My darling Baby Girl, Honey Bear, died today. She was great all day..I was home till about 5pm when I went to the shelter to help paint the cat room. I came home at 7:30 and when I went to let everyone out, she didn't come, so I went back in to get her..she was a spoiled baby and I often had to insist she go out..but I went to get her from the bed she was on and she didn't smile at me...something was wrong... to my horror she was dead...my sweet girl had gone to the bridge with out me. I have no idea except it was her time. I tried CPR but it was just to late..:((

She had just been groomed this week and she was so pretty I bought her a new pink bed, which she hated. That was so Honey Bearish...My heart is breaking and I am at a loss how to fix it...she was 9 1/2..much to young to go...she was my first PMR adoption...She just went asleep and didn't wake up. What I have always said I wanted for my babies..but I don't want it now!!

Thank you Cindy and Les for listening to me cry..I am just to upset to talk right now...I appreciate everyones prayers for Honey Bear and for me..I need them...

Eileen

Eileen and the Full house in Seneca Falls,NY

I'm Still Here

Friend, please don't mourn for me
I'm still here, though you don't see.
I'm right by your side each night and day
and within your heart I long to stay.

My body is gone but I'm always near.
I'm everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but I'll never depart
as long as you keep me alive in your heart.

I'll never wander out of your sight-
I'm the brightest star on a summer night.
I'll never be beyond your reach-
I'm the warm moist sand when you're at the beach.

I'm the colorful leaves when fall comes around
and the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond,
The clear cool water in a quiet pond.

I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring,
The first warm raindrop that April will bring.
I'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
and you'll see that the face in the moon is mine.

When you start thinking there's no one to love you,
you can talk to me through the Lord above you.
I'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
and you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.

I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep
and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
I'm the smile you see on a baby's face.
Just look for me, friend, I'm everyplace!

Author Unknown

June 10, 2006

Beauty

This is the email I never wanted to write--the one that I somehow hoped would never have to be written. Yesterday at around 10:00 am Beauty Boouber Dog left her old, broken body and flew free to The Bridge. Her sister Kelly was there waiting for her, as were all the babies she had in her 9 years in the mill that never made it out.

Beauty was a survivor in every sense of the word. She went through so much in the past year and a half--but she never complained and she fought hard to try to overcome the toll that 9 years in hell had caused. Her spunk and determination kept her going this long. About 2 months ago, we began to see that her fight was waning, she was getting tired. Her lungs, heart, and liver were all unwell. When she went into kidney failure from all the meds needed to keep her other organs going, I knew time was not on her side.

Beauty taught me so much in the 4 yrs and 10 months she had with us. She taught me not to sweat the small stuff--no matter what life throws at you, there is always someone else enduring even more. She taught me to "live my life with arms wide open" and keep going when you really don't want to. I owe my Boouber Dog so much.

I want to thank PMR for saving this precious girl. If not for rescue, Beauty would have died years ago--gasping for air in a filthy cage. Instead she left this world peacefully and in her mom's loving arms.

I don't know when my tears will stop, but no matter how many I shed, that won't be enough to show the emptiness I feel from this loss. My heart aches and my arms feel so empty. Feeding time is almost unbearable because I had been hand feeding her the last couple of months. I miss holding her and cuddling her. Beauty's Yorkie sisters miss her, especially Bailee, who is restless and seems to be obsessed with searching for her.

I have attached a few pictures from when Beauty first came to me. She was afraid of us in the hotel room on her trip home so she slept on the nightstand. She soon realized we were ok though. And 2 pics from a puppy mill march in Harrisburg back in 2002.

So, run free my Boouber Dog, you are whole and healthy. You were loved so very much--and we miss you.

Penny Ellis~~PA
PMR Foster Home/Application Processor/VetCare Team
Proud mom to PMR's Beauty, Abby, Miss Peach,and Bailee!

Angel, Logan, Matilda (aka Nellie Olsen), and The Kittie Gang

"Being in a mill is like being on death row waiting to die--without having commited a crime."
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At The Bridge: Kelly-my heart and soul, Jacob, and kitties Sheila, Byron, Timothy, Baby Zak, and Edward Scissorhands--Until we meet again...

May 26, 2006

GiGi

I am so sorry to have to tell you GiGi passed away Friday May 26th 2006 from heart and kidney failure. I am having such a hard time dealing with this, we loved her so much. We had her at the vet just a few weeks ago with her fur sisters and the vet said everything seemed to be ok..GiGi had lost a few pounds, (which she needed to) and we did a fasting blood sugar on her because were thought she may have diabetes because of the amount of water she was drinking, but it came back fine.

On Thursday night she wasn't eating or drinking and was not her lazy self, and we were getting very worried, we called the vet on call and he said she was far to young to be in any real distress, that she probably ate something that didn't agree with her. We gave her pepto bismal and pedialight as he instructed, but she couldn't keep it down. So I held her and rocked her gave her a sponge bath and put her to bed for the night. In the morning her breathing was very labored, we call the vet first thing and my husband took her to the vet to run tests...they did some blood work and were waiting on the results but she passed on before they got them back. I wasn't there to hold her and I will never forgive myself for leaving her alone to die. I never knew......I can't stand it....why when a living creature that has endured so much pain in the past has had to only have a few short years of freedom...it is not fair......I can't stop crying..all I see is her eyes looking at me asking why she hurts...mommy please fix me.....

I am so thankful she was in our lives, she brought me so much love and I hope she finally realized that not all humans are mean and greedy, she was our princess...and now she is gone. The corner of the bed she slept on the other animals did not lay last night, they knew that was GiGis...she wasn't there moving my hand this morning to be petted before she went outdoors to potty. I know it will get easier, it just has to, but today I am so lost and I hurt so much. I know she is in a better place, no pain, no mean miller and she is waiting for me, but I wasn't ready to have her leave yet.

GiGi's forever mommy and daddy

Nancy and Bill Huyten

fur sisters Katie, Lilly and Maysha

May 14, 2006

Daisy

Hi Everyone

It is with the heaviest of hearts that I have to tell you that Daisy went to the Bridge last night. Her little heart just finally gave out. I can tell you I would have sold my soul for her. The specialist at the hospital did everything to try and revive her but she just slipped into peace. I want to thank you for this borrowed Angel, I have never met a more sweet and pure soul. She touched everyone that came in contact with her, tears are flowing through my entire neighborhood. I will tell Daisy's story every chance I get to try and bring to light the suffering that goes on behind those trailers in the middle of nowhere and behind those barn doors. I truly hope I did enough to make the last stage of her life the best any pupper could ask for, and she finally had her dental she was for once in her life pain-free and romped and frolicked like she should have her whole life. I wish I could go on and on about her but my heart is broken and I can no longer make out what I am typing through my tears. But I want to thank PMR and SBRofSC for rescuing Daisy- I just wanted to fix her and I couldn't.

Susan M Huber

May 5, 2005

Lady

I don't know how to tell you this, so I just will. We had to help our PMR Lady to the Bridge this weekend. Her focal seizures had begun to escalate, until they were about 2 an hour. Her meds were not working any longer, and she had become increasingly aggressive to Cinnamon, our blind 15 year old yorkie. She would go to Cinnamon's bed and just jump on her for no reason. Things reached a breaking point in the middle of the night. Luckily Cinnamon was not hurt, but Lady began to go after Lilli as well. Lady could not be crated and with her seizures getting so much worse-----

As hard as the decision was, her quality of life had gone down so much with the seizures. She had never been aggressive at all until recently and it was escalating . I couldn't take a chance of her hurting anyone.

She was our first PMR mill girl. We adopted her September 1, 2001. She was about 8 years old and pregnant when she was released. She had two puppies that were placed in wonderful homes by PMR. She was at least 13 years old when she died. Because of her, I have helped in rescuing most of the ones from the mills in Texas and Oklahoma that PMR has taken into their loving arms.

She just never got over the horrors of the mill. Rest in peace Lady, you've earned it.

Jan Smith

April 29, 2006

Cricket

This has got to be the hardest post I have ever had to write. It is with a very heavy heart that I write this today. Cricket died last night of pancreatic problems, from what the vet tells me. She had a thick lining of the wall and of the small intestinal wall. She started bleeding in that area, and it progressed quickly to other parts of her body failing, and then bleeding throughout. He said that this was something she probably had for a long time. It could be that it reached a specific point and then the complications started, or she had a bacterial infection, or an allergy that took over. Could have been cancer, genetic. He doesn't know for sure but said there was nothing anyone could have done. It just happened so fast, within 15 minutes and she was gone.

I am not a good writer at all like Cindy and Eileen and Pat and the rest of you. All I can say is that I loved her more than life itself and it hurts so bad not to see her little face peaking at me from the many beds she loved to hop in. Cricket was my soul and my heart and they have now been torn out. I miss her more than any words can say.

I miss that little Cricket lopsided smile she had because of her only having two teeth. Her lip would get caught on one side all the time. She looked so cute when that happened. Cricket was a little pistol. She always had to know what was going on. She would scurry across the floor to see what pup was in trouble, then sit back and enjoy the show, because she knew that she never did anything wrong and mommy would never tell her she was a bad girl. But thing is, she wasn't. She was the best little girl a mommy could have. That little tail, like a flag her Daddy said, would flop when she ran outside. And she would wag it a mile a minute. And every night we had to sit in the chair on her pink fur blanket and play and play, She loved her belly rubbed. She would fly into any bed that was near. Even landed on poor Maggie a couple of times, She didn't care. She wanted that bed. I think what I miss most are the Cricket hugs. She actually would put her arms around my neck and let me hug and hug her. She nestled her head in my neck and just stayed there. I have never had a dog do that. She was so special and so priceless and to give her more time, I would give her my life in a second. She so deserved that from where she came from.

I only had her four (4) months. It is very unfair that she couldn't have been here longer. We didn't have enough time to enjoy the yard and the sunshine. She was finally get used to the yard. Actually, walked around it now. I used to walk in front of her and she would follow me, just so she knew that it was safe. Makes me very angry that she left me and Chris so soon. But it won't bring her back, as much as I want her back.

Mommy loves you Cricket Picket. I know that you are free and playing with the other PMR pups at the bridge now. Someday mommy will join you, and we will be together again.

Love you always,

Mommy and Daddy

April, 18, 2006

Pancho

It is with a heavy heart that I have to tell of the passing of Pancho. He has lost his battle with his seizures, stroke, and neurological damage from the years in the mill. He will be buried next to his friend, Luke, in my backyard. He will be so missed; especially in bed at night there will be no one to wrap around my neck. Love to all, Janis Jastrebski PMR Cooper, Blackjack, PMR Pancho at Rainbow Bridge , Luke at Rainbow Bridge, Zorin, Olivia, Martine', Chrisa & Merlin, Elliott No stopping until they are all free

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