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In Memory of our beloved friends....

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 of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food and 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 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. The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to break away 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......."


"...Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you...I loved you so - 'twas Heaven here with you."
---Isla Paschal Richardson

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 "Angela (Angel-Bear) D'Armond"

Angela (Angel-Bear) D'Armond

We lost our Angela August 10, 2008 after four wonderful years together. She fought her lung cancer bravely until she was too tired to go on.  She was the best, brightest, most loving creature we've ever had and are grateful to have been her rescue family.  Til we meet again, "Angel-Bear".

Jency and Don D'Armond 12/28/08


Dear Cil,

I have some very sad news to tell you.  My "Parker" was put to sleep this December. 3rd due to loss of motion in his hips. Dr. Huber tried everything to get him to where he could walk on his own.

I held him alone why he went to sleep and have his ashes here at the house to spread over the back yard that he loved to play in. It has been hard these last couple weeks as he is missed so very much. I would never replace Mr. Parker, but would like to adopt another Golden here after Christmas to fill the empty spot in my heart in his memory.

I look forward to giving another Golden a new beginning. Hope y'all have a Golden Merry Christmas.

Best Regards,
Gary H. 12/20/08


When we adopted Montana he was nine.  I had just lost my "heart dog", Samantha, in June of  2001.  When I saw Montana's face on the website I knew I had to adopt him but I tried to tell myself it was too early to get another dog and perhaps we'd foster him.  After 60 seconds in the car, I knew he was staying permanently.   My heart is breaking tonight as we had to put him down this afternoon.  He was a fabulous dog who had the biggest heart.  He loved our grandkids so much and would sit in the middle of the room and let them crawl all over him and he'd sit there with almost a human smile on his face.   He learned to love toys and play with them and to feel comfortable enough to sleep in the middle of the room with his feet in the air.  After being chained to a barbeque pit and being an outside dog, this was an accomplishment for him since he always wanted to hide in the bathroom when we first got him.  We loved him so much and I will miss him terribly.   Never think a senior dog is too old to adopt.  We had him for 6 years and he was a wonderful loving boy.   I'll send a photo tomorrow.

Karen and Peter V.N. 12/10/08   ---------   Here is a photo of Montana.  We adopted him in 2002.  He was nine then and he's been our gentle boy every since.  He passed away this week, December 10, 2008.  We were fortunate to have him so long. He blessed our family a lot and was loved everyone especially our grandkids.  We miss him terribly.  He was so low key and sweet, never got upset just wanted to be included in everything.  He loved his walks and being attached to that leash, knowing he finally had a family.  He was totally uninterested in being off the leash.  Never be hesitant adopting a senior dog.  They're very special!    Karen and Peter V.N. 12/13/08



Happy crossed the Rainbow Bridge November 15, 2008. His great heart finally gave out.   Richard S. 11/15/08


To my gentle giant Hoke . . .the picture says it all:

That day in April when you first poked your head around the door and I saw you, I knew you were mine. I only had you for seven months, but I wanted you for so much longer. Yet even in that short time, I have stored you in my heart. I miss you. I will always miss you.  Wait for me on the Bridge.

Here is the video I took right after I got Hoke and Cheyenne:  http://youtube.com/watch?v=Wzy_ezKRoVA  

Wayne C. 11/11/08


I adopted Boomer from Golden Beginnings on June 30, 2002.  Sadly he passed away November 5, 2008.  Boomer was diagnosed with lymphoma October 23,  2007 by his vet and given 2-3 weeks to live.  We were referred to Gulf Coast Veterinary Clinic where he underwent chemotherapy for 3 months.  Luckily he went into remission very quickly and it lasted until July 15, 2008, at that time they gave him 2 more months to live.  Boomer always had a wonderful quality of life and I attribute his longevity to the enormous amount of love he gave and received.  He was a very happy boy.

The day I met Boomer at his foster family's home he immediately greeted me by putting his head at my side.  I sat on the floor and Boomer laid in my lap as I hugged and petted him - which was the same way we said goodbye. This is the saddest time of my life and I am haunted be the silence and absence of his energy.

The only comfort I get is knowing Boomer is my guardian angel and his spirit is always with me.  My heart will forever be empty until the day we are reunited.   Robert C. 11/8/08



Sadly, Maggie passed away from complications of heartworm treatment.



We don't know how many people at GBGRR still remember us, but we adopted Granger in Sept. 1999. We found him on the GBGRR site from our home near Denver, and we knew we wanted to adopt the 5-6 year-old tripod and bring him here. Golden Beginnings called us on our wedding night to tell us the adoption was approved, and soon after he flew - flew! - here and joined us. He was a very, very good dog, loving and tolerant as we had two children and they learned to play with him. He was also very social, and was always up for a trip to the dog park. Last year he accompanied our son to kindergarten as his "show and tell" companion. The class loved him and he loved the attention. He welcomed our second adopted dog, Libby, and became best pals with her. He was well-known in our neighborhood and was the dog everyone wanted to pet. Granger wasn't fond of hot summer days, but he loved romping in Denver snow. Two months ago he started having trouble getting around. The vet prescribed meds and over the past six weeks he was on four different medications. He became reluctant to go outside and sometimes we had to carry him out. Every once in a while he would have a better day, and hop around slowly but at least be able to move. But those days came further and further apart. This morning he barked - something he never did - at 6 a.m. and woke us up. We ran downstairs to see if he was OK and for the second time in two days blood spots appeared around his nose and on his couch bed. He was unable to move at all, and whimpered. We took him to an emergency clinic (since it is Saturday and our vet was closed) and they said he had tumors, almost certainly a large one of his spleen. Blood was filling his abdomen and we had the option of life-threatening surgery and then a 10-15 percent chance of making it another 2-3 months, or putting him to sleep. It was a decision we dreaded. But we chose to help him to the Rainbow Bridge and end his suffering, and we hope he waits there for us. The last things we said to him were, "We love you, Granger; you were always a good boy." We love you, buddy.

Scott & Renee 9/20/08


Chase is gone.  We went August 1 on that "one way trip."  He had developed lung cancer.  We hadn’t suspected anything was wrong until about three weeks before when he almost collapsed while swimming in Bourne Lake.

We had gone to flyball the night before.  Thankfully he was able to do everything he loved until almost the end.  The last week though it was obvious that he was having a lot of trouble breathing.  So there was no choice but to say goodbye. Chase was my “heart dog.”  I adopted him from Golden Beginnings December 18, 1999, when he was about a year old.  He was named Chase by his foster family because he had been found as a stray by the Chase Bank.  He had actually been returned to Golden Beginnings once because he was “too wild and crazy.”  He kept that wonderful temperament his entire life.  Although we had been working together for almost 9 years, I never really knew what crazy stunt he might come up with.  Last March at the San Antonio Dog Training Club obedience trial, we were showing in Veteran’s (which is supposed to mean “mature”, right?).  He was doing a beautiful off-lead heel when all of a sudden he jumped over the ring gates to check out the dog treats they were pouring into a prize bowl.

We did so much together—flyball, doggy dancing (our song was “Charlie Brown”—if you know Chase, you know why), obedience (finally got our obedience novice and rally novice after several uh-oh’s and had started working on open), and animal assisted therapy at Warm Springs Rehabilitation Hospital.  My granddaughters loved to play with him and so did their dogs.  He brought joy and laughter to so many people.  Most of all though, he was my friend, and I miss him terribly.  Such a big, big hole they leave…

I love the Rainbow Bridge story, and here is something else Robin once shared with me that I've always found comfort in:

We live within a fragile circle...
We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan...

"The Once and Again Prince" by Irving Townsend.
I think one thing positive that comes from a tough time like this is that it makes us stop, even if just for a few minutes, and really, really look at what we have today and appreciate it as fully as we can.  Life is so very fragile, but happiness and memories are resilient.  They will last much longer than the pain of right now. Thanks, Golden Beginnings, for giving me a chance to share this small part of my life with Chase. SuEarl M. 9/6/08


Sadly, sweet old Ethel passed on to the Rainbow Bridge today. She was a wonderful older lady and we were privileged to have her end her days with us. Even though she was only with us a short while, she became a beloved member of the family in every way. Rest well and peacefully sweet girl.

Barbara and Stacy Holly
Ethel's Foster Mom & Dad


It came to me that every time I lose a dog
they take a piece of my heart with them.

And every new dog that comes into my life
gifts me with a piece of their heart.

If I live long enough, all the pieces of my heart
will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are.

Fly free, Sweet Harley.....
May you always have a soft bed and a woobie to sleep with.

Your Foster Mommy, Cil




Today was a day that my family will never forget as we had to make a very difficult decision about a member of our family.  Suzie was such a wonderful part of our family and after watching her health fail we had to let her cross over on the Rainbow Bridge due to multiple health issues.

We adopted her a little over 5 years ago from GBGRR from a lady named Denise.  The day we brought her home she “fit” perfectly.  There was never a doubt in our minds that we did the right thing by adopting her.  She quickly became the center point of our family.   The picture below shows her personality….you would always find a tennis ball either in her mouth or close by….and by the way, there were many tennis balls scattered throughout the house, yard and neighborhood.  Every time we see a tennis ball it will remind us of her.  Suzie, thank you for all of the smiles, love, laughs and affection you showed towards us all.   You were the light of our lives!  We are so grateful to Golden Beginnings for letting her come into our home.

The D’Amico’s
Austin, Texas

 "Sadie Rae"

Sadly, our sweet Sadie Rae went to the bridge today.  Mike and I were with her when she went. This very sweet girl will be greatly missed.

Kathy H. Sadie Rae's Foster Mommy

 "The Mystic Moose"

My heart is very sad to have to tell everyone that my old boy, Moose, has gone to the Bridge.  For the last 14 years he has filled our lives with laughter, joy and love.  Moose came to us in 1996 from the Houston SPCA when he was about 8 months old, a big skinny, gawky, clumsy boy with massive feet and a huge personality. He was in good physical shape but absolutely starved for attention.  Any kind of attention was better than being ignored so one of the very first things he did was to eat my husbands’ wallet (credit cards, drivers’ license & all).  Over the years, he ate my taxes, (try explaining that to the IRS), a large bundle of automotive wire, my checkbook, innumerable pairs of shoes,  $300 dollars in cash, part of the staircase, an industrial size package of baking yeast (with toxic results), the inside contents of the barbecue pit (also very messy), a whole pot roast, a whole meatloaf, a whole turkey carcass, more sticks of butter and loaves of bread than I can remember and an unbelievable amount of cardboard from coat hangers, paper towel and toilet tissue rolls.  Moose had an absolutely uncanny way of knowing the one thing that you did NOT want him to have – and then of course he would chew it to shreds or eat it entirely.  That was the source of his nickname, The Mystic Moose.  He also read the Tarot cards and did Palm readings at the Dog Show for GBGRR.  Moose had a huge golden heart full of love for everyone.  As he matured, he was a gracious and forgiving host and was the patriarch to an incredible number of foster dogs.  Moose was a teacher and a goofball mentor who did his best to pass on his vast store of Woobie Lore to all of my foster dogs.

Moose loved his early morning rides with my husband, Thomas – he knew when it was the weekend and would lay in front of the door so there was no chance that he might be left behind.  He was my husband’s “shop buddy” and spent hours supervising whatever project was underway and hoping for a small taste of beer.  Even better, was a beer left unattended that he could spill and have all to himself.  The last few years have been hard for Moose, due to the laryngeal paralysis, he had a hard time breathing and getting around.  He would forget that he was not able to do the things that he used to and we didn’t have the heart to remind him.  Early this morning, sometime after 4 am, Moose left us to join Mai Tai at the Bridge.  Our hearts are broken and we are missing him terribly but we are so very blessed that we were able to celebrate life with him for 14 years.

Cil H.



Friends and loved ones,

It is with a heavy heart that I have to say Xena is gone.  The last week or so, her condition had worsened to the point where she was having trouble getting up and down, even to go to the bathroom.   It was so hard to watch her struggling to get around or laying in one spot, when she was always my constant shadow.  I was tormented with the decision of what to do for the last week, knowing in my heart that our time was limited.  But, this morning, when she refused to go  outside because she couldn’t bear weight on her leg to squat, I knew that the decision was inevitable.  Even so, I doubted myself and asked the vet to look at her before the final decision was made.  What we discovered only confirmed my worst fear.  The three masses that we found 3 weeks ago had doubled in sized, and the one on her leg was the reason she didn’t want to stand up.  It was very painful for us to touch it…and Xena, who never showed signs of pain, actually cried a bit when we messed with it.  Today, when I took her to the vet for his opinion, we found a much larger mass on her back that had developed in that 3 week period.  It was evident that the cancer was taking over.  The vet told me that I could wait about a week, put her on a different round of pain meds, or we could euthanize her today.  Not wanting her to suffer any more, we decided that it would be best for her to end her suffering today.

Xena, my darling baby, you will be missed more than you can ever imagine.   You have been my devoted friend for 10+ years and have brought such joy to my life.  The truly unconditional love you've shown, not only myself, but all of the people you touched as one of the most amazing therapy dogs I will ever know, is your legacy.  You will be cherished in my heart, and their's, for eternity.

I will miss your head resting on my foot at night.   I will miss your snoring the most…you could really saw some logs, little girl.  I will miss being able to call you and Abbey “my golden girls”.  I will miss the unaltered devotion you have always shown me. There is nothing about you that I won’t miss.  You are, and always will be, my girl.

All my love...always

Tammy R.





I adopted Charlie (first called Houston) from you on March 10, 2006. I had to have him put to sleep this past Friday, May 16, due to cancer of his pancreas and liver. He was a wonderful dog and worked with elderly people at an assisted living center. He also was wonderful with children. I felt as though he had been trained for this kind of work before I got him. He was in fairly good health until very near the end, as the cancer developed rather quickly; he did not suffer. I was with him at the end whispering that he was a good dog and that I loved him.

Thanks again for giving me over two years of total love,
Ross Jones


Our family adopted Shiner in 2005 and we were looking forward to loving him for years and years.  He was the funniest dog to be around.  He was cuddly, sweet, sensitive, funny, and a real member of our family.  He loved walks and riding in cars.  He liked sneaking cat food and sleeping with our kids.  He acted like the protector of our family, even though he was only capable of  love.  He was a nervous dog, scared of funny things.  We loved him with all his quirks.  Shiner became ill after Christmas and was diagnosed with a tumor in his sinus cavity.  It made breathing very difficult for him.  Before it inevitably traveled to his brain and caused more suffering, he was sent to heaven on March 8th.  He ate a meatball sub, pizza, waffles with syrup, cat food (with permission!), and roast beef in his final days.  He took a last romp around the neighborhood marking his spots and a long walk along a nearby creek.  The kids each made a power point presentation of their feelings and memories with Shiner.  He watched those presentations several times.

The house is very quiet now and he is sorely missed.  We are thankful for our short, super sweet time with Shiner.  He brought laughter and joy to us and is sure to be having a blast entertaining all in heaven.  If you drink Shiner Bock, toast to him. He earned it.

Barbara, Marc, Kate and Jane Patel








"Winston AKA Webbie"

Dear Fellow Golden Lovers,

Thanks for all of the words of kindness and support.  Winston (aka Webster or Webbie) began his journey to the Rainbow Bridge this afternoon at about 4:30.  I was with him on the floor, with his head in my lap, holding his paw, when he received his injection...he just slipped quietly away to a place where he can run and play with vigor and where they will never run out of dog biscuits. As some of you may remember Webbie was completely deaf, and maybe because of that he never made a sound the entire time that he was with us...never a bark, a whine, a yelp. But, like all of his Golden relatives, he wanted to be near you and he did his best to please you.  Even though he was only with us for a short time, we treasured him and many tears have been shed to mark his passing.

Lou & Kathy B.


Sadly, Frost went to the Rainbow Bridge today.  The heartworms had taken their toll on this sweet boy and he just couldn't overcome all the damage they and his previous owners had done to him.

Thank you to all of you for the wonderful beginning you gave Frosty/Marley. He was such a sweetheart and certainly deserved worlds better than he'd gotten for the first couple years of his life. He did experience a couple weeks there where his energy and spirits were high, he was discovering new favorite things like walks and car rides (he even got one Sunday, I'm so glad). His favorite "thing" of all was my boyfriend, Rodney, whom Marley was obsessed with! He certainly tried very, very hard to be a lap dog. He adjusted to his crate and even slept out many nights and was an angel. In the end, he went downhill quickly and the heartworm was too severe to survive. He charmed everyone we met with his affection, regal posture, prancing and loveliness, and had a handful of doggie pals we would meet on our walks. He came far in a short time, and I'm so glad he got to know the good stuff and good people. In the end, I told him how sorry I was that people had been so rotten to him and that I was glad he'd gotten to meet really good ones in the form of Penny (the lady who found him), Cil, Pam, Danny and Rodney and me. I told him how much he was loved. I think Mai Tai greeted him in Heaven. Thank you all again for your unending generosity, courage and caring. I'm going to try to post a couple pics to remember him by.

Lisa, Frost's Foster-to-Adopt Mommy

 "Mai Tai" Cil's Party Girl


Duke came to me as Hastings in September of 2002.  He was very well behaved and always eager to play and walk.  We had many good times together.  Even after he lost his sight 2 years ago, he was ready to walk every time.  I bought him a beeping ball to fetch and he would eagerly go after it "looking" for it with his ears.  He was a wonderful, loving companion who is greatly missed.  He joins my other 2 Goldens, Max and Stormy, and my border collie, Tippy, at the bridge

Hank Klein