Rainbow Bridge

She was the light of my life for 13 years. It was not long enough.

She was born on my Dad's 60th birthday. They both had an impact on so many lives...maybe they are together now. She brightened every life she touched. Her sparkle could light up a dark room and bring sunshine to a rainy day. She was the closest thing to perfection I have ever known. I would be just like her, if only I could.

Talon lost a short battle with cancer on Sun. Jan. 12th. Her passing was peaceful and in a manner that she deserved. She did not linger. They say she did not suffer. Alan and I stepped in to see to that. Our hearts are torn in half. There is a chill in the house that announces her absence. Even with the activity of our other two dogs, the stillness is deafening...

Rest in peace little Sweetie-Bug. We miss you. We love you.

Joni

I remember when we first met at your foster home, you were confined to a kennel recovering from heart worms. (You were called Gael back then.) What a beautiful dog you were and when your foster mom let you out of the kennel, you went tearing around the house trying to expend all of that pent-up energy. I knew immediately you were the dog for me and we took you home shortly after we first met.

We quickly found out that you were super food-motivated, which was possibly an artifact of your having been a hungry stray with puppies. The first clue was when you climbed a bookcase to get at a bar of lye soap which was on the top shelf (which you fortunately decided wasn’t actually edible). There was also the time you ate a whole batch of chocolate scones with raisins and had to have your stomach pumped and, also, the macadamia nut incident which temporarily caused your back legs to not work properly. Scarier was the time you ate a whole bottle of Deramaxx and had to spend two weeks at the Blue Pearl vet. You were definitely prone to misadventures but that never diminished the love I felt for you.

I still have my fond memories of you basking in the sun on the Indiana farm and going mushroom hunting with the boys. You pranced your way into my wife’s heart and became her protector. Now you’re gone, lost to old age, and we’re heartbroken. I truly hope you loved your time with us as we loved our all too short time with you.

Goodbye sweet, sweet girl. If there is a God, we will meet again.

Jeff & Karen Johnson

For Trace....

In the short time we knew you, you learned to trust, and to love...to visit our sides for attention, and that your food bowl would once again, have food in it. That houses were pretty good places to live in, and that computers were really cool to watch. You discovered what you were bred to do, and loved it.

Although our dance together was much to short, I treasure the memories of it. What might have been, my friend Trace.

GodSpeed.