Rainbow Bridge


Just this side of heaven is a place called...

Rainbow Bridge.

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 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 have 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 begins to quiver. 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...

~William (Bill) N. Britton, 1994~




June 2, 2006 - December 27, 2016




July 15, 2002 - June 15, 2015





August 20, 1997 - April 18, 2010





December 28, 1998 - June 27, 2007





July 12, 1996 - March 2012

I purchased this little hairball in September 1996 when she was nothing more than a little black ball of fluff.  Not too long after I brought her home, I discovered that little Trouble was becoming quite attached to my mom, so when I finally left home, she stayed behind and lived with my mom for those almost 16 years of her life.  She was a very pampered and loved pet, and in her latter years was also adored by my mom's partner Brian.  He rarely put her down other than to take her for her walk every morning.

She was a tough little critter, always underfoot of the Rottweilers. She lived the last years of her life with a heart condition.  But she did so and when it was finally time to leave this Earth she let my mom and Brian know ....

God speed little Trouble ....





July 12, 1995 - June 10, 2008

Jessie was my very first dog.  She was bred by my late brother Darrell in Langley, BC.  We loved her for the first 6.5 years of her life before she went to live the quiet life with our family friend, Ken Scheeler.  She was more than loved and spoiled while she lived out her retirement with Ken and her border collie cross bud, Sydney.

She taught both Jager and Justice the 'Golden Grrrrrr', which means grab a toy and grrrrrr with it when someone comes home ..... pretty funny.  She had a sweet, loving disposition, she even had a little smile when she was happy to see you.

Jessie almost made it to her 13th birthday.  She was diagnosed with osteosarcoma in her front right leg in January 2008 and she surpassed the doctors prognosis of 3 months to live. 

She will be missed by our family and by Ken. 





August 5, 1994 - May 5, 2005