My Great Grandmother clearly had a passion for Boston Terriers and had some very nice ones!

LEFT This is my Great Grandmother in 1956 with one of her last Boston ís named Corky. My motherís youngest sister and cousin are also pictured.

BOTTOM LEFT This is my Great Grandparents and Great Aunts and Uncle with another of my grandmothers Bostons.

BOTTOM RIGHT This is my Great Uncle (still alive at 94!) with my cousin Patsy and Great Grandmotherís Boston .



     




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 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 that 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 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....

Author unknown...

Double Rainbow picture taken here on the farm, August 2007


The Rainbow Bridge