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Rainbow Bridge
The Rainbow Bridge
There is a bridge connecting heaven and earth. It is called the Rainbow
Bridge because of it's many colours. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge
there is a land of meadows, hills, and valleys, sweet clover and lush green
grass, a waiting place.
When a beloved pet dies, he goes to this place. There is always an
abundance of food and sparkling fresh water. When he arrives at the Rainbow
Bridge, he is greeted by many other beloved pets.
There is never a cloud in the sky and every day is Spring. The old animals
are young again. Those who were hurt and maimed are restored to perfect
health. There is no fear or sadness in this place.
There is only one thing missing. They are not with the special person who
loved them on Earth.
Each day they run and play and nap in the shade, nibble sweet grass and
share stories about the special humans who loved them.
Suddenly, one of the bunnies stops!
Little ears perk up, a pink nose twitches, and bright eyes search the
distant horizon. Then this one quickly bounds away from the group, leaping
and hopping for joy.
You have been spotted.
You are showered with a million wet,
snugly kisses.
Then you and your special friend cross
the Rainbow Bridge together,
never to be separated again.
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Blackberry
We bought Blackberry (and Flopsy) in May 2000 from "Bunnyland" in which is about 10 miles north of Whitby on the Middlesbrough road. Of the 2 buns, although Flopsy was always the pretty one, Blackberry was the one with the personality. Blackberry would think nothing of running upstairs, and jumping on the bed in the middle of the night just to come and see us. She also had a great liking for ripping up all of our soft furnishings!
Blackberry started being ill at the start of November 2002. She lost weight, and had constant urine scald, which we had to treat 2 or 3 times a day. The vet we had at the time did his best, but he was no bunny expert, and Blackberry died in my arms in the early hours of November 23rd 2002. We still miss Blackberry a great deal, but she taught us a lot, both in life and death. In life, she taught us how to care for a bun, and that buns can have terrific personalities. In death, she taught us to find a specialist bunny vet, and that we could not leave Flopsy as a solo bun. That's when Dandy came into our lives, the rest is in his journal.
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Maccy
Maccy was the son of Ebony and Biscuit and was named 'Big Mac' because he was small! He was born in 1997 and died October 2002 from an abcess on his neck. I miss you Maccy, your trust, your love and your huge fluffy white tail that you got from your mum!
Linzi
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Whiskey, Maccy, Ebony, Muffin, Cookie and the babies
To all the buns I owned when I was younger, I want to say 'I'm sorry' that I didnt treat you right. I loved each and everyone of you but didn't know the right way to look after you. I am sorry you were shut in tiny cages, fed cheap rabbit food from the corner shop and left alone in your cages. I am sorry, please forgive me.
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Tuppy
Tuppy was a rescue bun from the RSPCA.. had many problems throughout the 2.5 years I had him.. including abcesses and teeth problems... throughout his life.. he was my wonderful lovable Tups... followed me around... loved cuddles on the floor,,, and was not averse to climbing on the bed for fun and cuddles.. specially when I was asleep.. he used to play "sentry" at the bedroom door.. so if I moved.. he would know exactly where I was.. would sell his soul for a cheese and onion crisp.. would be on my knee and in the packet as soon as it was opened.. I miss him still.. and always will
Barb
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Roger
No more coriander
No more skidding down the hall
No more binkies
No more growling for food
No more pinching the toast
No more nudging for strokes
No more pain
No more vets
You live in my love
Katrina
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Lucky and Mitsy
Lucky by name, Lucky by nature. At only 4 days old he was returned to the nest
after being turfed out onto the ground. As a toddler he was taken to a car boot
sale but returned unsold. For the next 18 months, he spent most of his life
alone in a tiny cage as he and his siblings would fight if together, oh and of
course they weren't receptive to the advances of 6 noisy young children.
When we found him, he was a nervous wreck, absolutely wretchedly terrified. He
developed pneumonia days after arriving, no doubt from stress. From then on he
took life at his pace and little by little learned to trust us and his
surroundings. It was to be an entire year before he really could be himself and
when he did, he gave us his all, held back nothing.
He'd been through enough so we didn't have him neutered. His litter tray manners
were impeccable. He got to know the house lockup routine and would scamper to
the sofa before me, ready for his evening cuddle and TV. Martin would be
relegated to the other sofa and we'd lie there for hours. If I stopped rubbing
his ears, he'd shuffle and nudge my chin until I started again. If I'd gone to
bed early with no cuddle, he'd hop from sofa to sofa, honking and looking around
for me, agitated. Martin would try to console him but it wouldn't work so he'd
end up calling me back downstairs and we'd end up sleeping on the sofa til the
early hours! I realised there was no point going to bed early.
When Mitsy moved in and his attentions naturally diverted. They were great
together, so in love. Occasionally they'd both want an evening cuddle but on
the whole, I lost my shadow but I wouldn't have had it any other way. At 6yrs
old his inherent teeth problems developed and we began the monthly visit to our
trusty vet Karen Smith for trimming. He came to accept her as part of the
family, as well as a few close friends of ours. At 7yrs old he developed
arthritis which would last for the rest of his days. He knew his medicine
(treat!) routine so well, if I'd forgotten and it was late, he'd hop into the
kitchen and honk until I guessed right.
His arthritis began to deteriorate but he would still climb aboard Mitsy and try
his best to make baby Luckies, bless him! We increased the medication as much
as was safe, and prayed hard.
Tragically we lost Mitsy to renal failure. We were so sure Lucky would go
first.
We noticed Lucky starting to slow down, he was becoming like a wise old gent.
Sadly, he then developed pneumonia in his last couple of days and died on St
Valentine's Day 2003. The following was to be his 8th birthday.
Karen Pettifer
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