It is with a very heavy heart that I announce that both Tad and Hope have crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. Tad lost his battle with Kidney disease on October 17, 2003. Unfortunately, a short three months later, January 18, 2004, with me at her side, Hope lost her battle with Lung Cancer (very rare in canines and no..we don't smoke).
They didn't have an easy life, but they held no grudges. They continued to love, trust and forgive. I know there are rescues out there that wouldn't have bothered with either one of them once the diagnosis was made. However, we aren't most.
They lived with me as one of my own. For they truly become one of my own the moment they come through these arms. And, even with the excrutiating pain I've endured over the last three months with losing both...I thank GOD that I was even given the chance to be blessed with both of them in my life. For they were truly "gifts" from God himself. Sometimes, when I feel that He's put way too much trust in me for their care, I gaze at their photos and look into the eyes of the furkids here and realize, I wouldn't have it any other way.
There is truly a reason for everything. They came to me for a reason. Each and every one of them has some of "life's lessons" to teach. Please open your hearts and arms and be ready to learn them for you may never have the opportunity again to meet that "Angel in Waiting".
These two touched the lives of so many. Most of whom never even got to do more than simply make that call to us to come get them. There isn't a volunteer with this organization that didn't love them as I did. They, too, carry their memories in their hearts.
I, for one, languish in my memories of Tad's little spin as he went out the door...his little loop de loop, I called it. Tonight, Willow fell asleep in my arms like Tad used to...as I watched her sleep, my heart ached for the opportunity to just hold him like that one more time. But, as Willow opened her eyes and gazed at me, God gently reminded me that it was her turn. She needed me now. I gently kissed her head as she drifted off to sleep again.
And, no one will ever forget Hope's "poke for a pet". You didn't dare stop petting her or she'd reach and smack you one ever so gently. You couldn't eat without her gentle pokes to remind you that she needed her share of your food too!
As I dry these tears, I have to say...Fly my little furry friends.....take my love with you...for I will always carry your's in my heart. Until we meet again...
Love, Penny (aka Mommy)