Now i have a puppy named Oreo another mix (half chihuahua half Havanese). Though tiny will never be forgotten. I am gonna try to make sure oreo gets the same treatment and love i gave tiny.

BTW that story a few comments up is very beautiful! Made me have a sad!

You are the only one who has made that connection so far. This dog is actually owned by me and my husband, user Dolphin824. He just didn’t know how to claim ownership of the picture after he first uploaded. (The hubby, while an outstanding IT guy, isn’t so hot on small things like that. *grins*)

Anyway, you are correct: Luna is actually only 3.5 years old. We rescued her when she was just barely a year and a half old. She has some wolf in her, therefore the wolf-like markings.

But, we has an old goggie, too. She’s a one-eyed Peik-a-poo named Shaina. Best lapdog EVER!

The really funny part is, she’s only 3.5 years old. *lol* She looks so old and gray because, A) she’s a rescue dog and had an extremely hard time of it with past owners, and B) she’s 1/3 wolf.

In fact, we rescued her the day before they were going to put her down. Stupid three strikes and your out rulez. . .

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.

seems appropriate here.

Hugs to the grey guy in piksher! Cuddles!

how could anyone resist that?

or abuse, neclect, and forget?

Dan

kthxbai