By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill,

Is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.

Where the friends of man and woman do run,

When their time on earth is over and done.

For here, between this world and the next,

Is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.

On this golden land, they wait and they play,

Till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.

No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,

For here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.

Their limbs are restored, their health renewed,

Their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.

They romp through the grass, without even a care,

Until one day they start, and sniff at the air.

All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back,

Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.

For just at that instant, their eyes have met;

Together again, both person and pet.

So they run to each other, these friends from long past,

The time of their parting is over at last.

The sadness they felt while they were apart,

Has turned into joy once more in each heart.

They embrace with a love that will last forever,

And then, side-by-side, they cross over… together.

This was our first Pekingese Tribble, she is Bruce's Mom, she is the one that inspired me to start breeding Peekapoos, she was taken  from us too soon 

Our beloved Tango, he was tragically taken from us after a spider bite, he was so funny, he knew all of our dogs by name and recognized each one's bark, which is no small feat considering we have 30 dogs, if a dog was getting in the trash he would say awwww did you do that? Your bad Tyra or Bruce or whichever dog it was.  Every morning I was greeted by Morning Buddy, every night when Ed turned out the lights Tango would say Good night Buddy, I love you. Our home is so quiet now,  He will be sadly missed