Chantilly with Daddy

Today is one of the hardest days of my life. At 4:30 I am going to say goodbye to Chantilly. She is our sweet red-headed Yorkie. Our vet always said it is as if she dunked her head into a bucket of red dye. We bought her from a breeder February 2001, she was so tiny she fit inside a shoe. She was awesome, she crate trained very fast, in the beginning I would come home for lunch driving 20 minutes one way, to feed and walk her. After a month she didn’t need my afternoon visits, she held herself all day. She was wonderful. A sweet disposition, but she didn’t like little kids three and under. Their fast, tiny fingers frightened her.

She wiggled her way into my husband heart. She became his little girl. She new when he was heading home after a week long absence. She would jump on the shelf in front of our picture window waiting for him, she knew, she just knew. She would meet him with bounces and kisses, nearly jumping right into arms. She had this neat thing she would do, when you would pick her up, she would jump a little to help you. Once we settled down for the night in our den, she would jump up on his lap, lean back so she was sitting and expose her soft pink belly. She just wanted soft caressing from hubby, both of them relaxing and releasing the stress of the day.

She had this amazing way of running, we live in a cul-de-sac with three acres, she loved our neighbor Mike. She just needed to hear his voice and she was off, all four paws meeting, hair flying backwards in the breeze she created. That is how I want to remember her and that is how I will.

All our love Chantilly Lace.

Chantilly and Daddy

The Rainbow Bridge

inspired by a Norse legend

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.

© 1998 Steve and Diane Bodofsky. All Rights Reserved.
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