I give you this one to keep . . .
I am with you still . . .  I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not think of me as gone . . .
I am with you still . . . in each new dawn.





Smiling Blue Skies Angels

"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


Patricia Philpott

In loving memory of Patricia Philpott, who showed so many, that from the first ray of  sunlight, to the last moonbeam, each moment we have, should be filled with the pure joy of living. 

 

"Ollie"

Ollie

Rochelle Lesser's "Ollie" (Mistfield Oliver, CGC), was a very special dog, who created a wonderful legacy, during his lifetime. He was both a therapy dog and a demonstration dog, who easily calmed Rochelle's anxious patients, bolstered the egos of those that were insecure, and lifted the spirits of those that were depressed. Ollie was a cherished teacher to Rochelle, a school psychologist, gallantly fine tuning her awareness, of the substantial role that canines play in our lives. Ollie's spirit lives on, in the beautiful web site that Rochelle has created, The Land of Pure Gold (www.landofpuregold.com), that is a treasure trove of learning, loving, and laughter. Ollie lost his battle with lymphoma, and while a bright Golden light went out on this earth, his star lights the heavens, for there could be no finer good will ambassador for our breed, than this noble gentleman.


"Tucker"

TuckerTucker

My Tucker left me far too early. But for seven years he was the light of my life: snow lover, hiking partner, rugby mascot, bedtime snuggler, and my constant shadow. He was my rock through all the challenges life threw my way. He fought in silence until I brought a little Golden sister home for him and then submitted, knowing I'd be okay. He will always hold a special place in my heart.

~ Shelly & Juni


"Sasha" & "Aby"

SashaAby

The Loss of a Golden Awakes the Soul of Another!

A kind forgiving breed with no shortage of love,
intelligence and companionship.
One does not enter lightly into the pack,
Without first opening your heart for the ultimate ache.
Yet your life will be filled with never ending satisfaction
And contentment, knowing every day
Your soul will be close to your hip.
Hope is true, when the time is near, be it enduring or sudden.
That you will never allow the spiritual break.
Never to be alone, without the spirit of
One who has passed through your life, or One that fills your life,
Or thoughts of One to come.
There is an end and a beginning to sorrow, ending with happiness and beginning
With sadness, time after time, until the images merely become
Past, present and future; never to fade.
How they sleep with such tranquility through eternal happiness
And in eternal life; the soul rests in peace and awakes within one's heart.

Written by Sharon Kallaste - April 4th, 1995

Composed in Memory of 'Sasha' - Bailey's Magic Golden Bark
September 9, 1986 to October 30, 1994

And to Celebrate the Life of 'Aby' - Labyrinth Christmas Spirit
November 5, 1994 to November 7, 2002


"Aspen"

Aspen

Here is Sharon Sherwood's, Aspen, who truly has the "Face of an Angel".

"Aspen filled our hearts up with incredible Love, until it overflowed into our very Souls
. . .that's why it hurts so bad, and stays with you so long."


"Mitzi"

"The Spirit of a Golden"

I was standing on a hillside
In a field of blowing wheat,
And the spirit of a Golden
Was lying at my feet.

She looked at me with kind dark eyes
An ancient wisdom shining through,
And in the essence of her being
I saw her love shining through.

Her mind did lock upon my heart
As I stood there on that day,
And she told me of this story
About a place far away.

I stood upon the hillside
In a field of blowing wheat
And in a twinkling of a second
Her spirit left my feet.

Her tale did put my heart at ease
My fears did fade away
About what lay ahead of me
On another distant day.

"I live among God's creatures now
In the heavens of your mind.
So do not grieve for me, my friend
As I am with my kind.

My collar is a rainbow's hue
My leash a shooting star
My boundaries are the Milky Way
Where I sparkle from afar.
There are no pens or kennels here
For I am not confined,
But free to roam God's heavens
Among my Golden kind.

 

I nap the day on a snowy cloud
Gentle breezes rocking me
And dream the dreams of earthlings
And how it used to be.

The trees are full of liver treats
And tennis balls abound
And yummy biscuits line the walks
Just waiting to be found.

There even is a ring set up
The grass all lush and green
And everyone who gaits around
Becomes the best of all.

For we're all winners in this place
We have no faults, you see
And God passes out those ribbons
to each and every one of us,
for all the world to see.

I drink from waters laced with gold
My world a beauty to behold
And wise old dogs do form my pride
To amble along at my side.

At night I sleep in an angel's arms
Her wings protecting me
And moonbeams dance about us
As stardust falls on thee.

So when your life on earth is spent
And you stand at Heaven's gate
Have no fear of loneliness,
For here, your Mitzi waits."

"Mitzi" dearly loved, and missed so much, by Mitch Kirby.


 

He gently came to stay awhile
with wisdom and tales told

He wanted to leave but needed to stay
with stories to unfold

He left the gift of Golden love
that can never be taken away

With that big smile and happy face
he nudged into our hearts that day

Gentle soul leaving
softly as he goes

Memories taken memories left
all with the Golden glow

Love in his heart
not wanting to hurt but needing to be apart

Understanding that he is free
it's where he had to be

His gift of Golden love never will be gone
Chief will be there in every Golden sun

Our Golden Love,
Jerry & Diana
and your pals Morgan, Kelly and Ridley

(the road to the Bridge is paved in chicken mcnuggets)

Chief was a rescue with
Rescue a Golden of Arizona
It's FOR THE LOVE OF GOLDENS

 


I have had dogs in my life, since I was five years old . . . a Collie, a Beagle, a Visla . . . and then it happened . . . a Golden entered my life, and then another, and another.  For the past twenty nine years, I have been  owned by Goldens and each one was "the best."  Then Legend came along . . . my heart dog . . . who was there for me, when I was going through chemotherapy for breast cancer, along with everything else in my life.  I know he will be the first one waiting for me at the gate, when my own time comes.

A flame burns brightly in Bonnie Saxenmeyer's heart, for her Legend Boy.

"VeeVee"

Ch Halltree Coast to Victory

August 9, 1992 - June 2, 2004

VeeVee was Barb Demetrick's dear friend, heart dog, and companion . . . a precious girl, who lights the evening skies and guides sailors on their way. 

She will be forever missed.


"Spencer"

In memory of Spencer from Little Angels Pug Rescue, who for exactly eight years not only shared my life but also was my life.  He loved eating peanut butter, watching dogs on television, and chewing on carrot bones.  But mostly he loved our quiet moments, when he could rest his little chin on me and snore in delight.  Spencer is my first dog, irreplaceable, my one in a million; and although he lost his fight against cancer and is gone in body, he will never be gone in spirit.  He is, indeed, a little angel, and will be

forever missed by Alexandra.


In Honour of Ch Fargold Kashuba's Lite My Fire

Jack was a trooper to the end . He never complained but just kept  truckin '.  He didn't like to show or do obedience but he loved going  to the Elderly Home to see his clients and to the Hospital to see his  children . He was registered with the St. John's Ambulance as a Pet Therapy Dog.  He was the calmest of  our Golden family and would  rather lay at your feet than speed around and act silly .  I miss that  big head that pushes against my hand when I have a cup of coffee in it. I miss those long visits to the hospital when he just wanted to give  a child an extra pat . I miss those long walks because they would be  my speed , slow and easy to smell the flowers and listen to the birds.  I miss those big eyes and big ears of his . I miss the noise he used  to make while playing with all the puppies and teaching them to play  tug of war. I miss the great long swims we used to have.  I know that  Mandy is taking real good care of him as she did when he was a pup.  She was a slow senior and he was a slow pup. Good Bye you big lug,

with love from "Mom Judy."

"Kula "
June 12, 1994 to September 9, 2004.

Kula came to us in the early part of May, 2003. He was a rescue dog who we adopted through the Golden Retriever Club of British Columbia. He was all you could ever ask for in a Golden. It was love at first sight, and that love just grew every day we had him. He was a very loving and gentle companion to both my husband Mark, and I. He was best buddy to our other Golden, four year old Lucky. In August, Kula had been operated on to have a stomach tack, as he had been diagnosed with bloat. Instead, what they found when they operated on our sweet boy was not bloat, but suspected cancer. His stomach and vital organs were full of it. Upon biopsy, it was discovered that our Kula had hemangiosarcoma. He was given a life span of two weeks. Kula made it to two weeks and two days before we helped him to The Rainbow Bridge. We feel very privileged to have had Kula . He had the most beautiful smile. He will always be remembered and missed. Run free my dear Kula. You are now out of pain and young again. You can sneak all the kleenex and paper napkins you want. Best of all, you will be happy and content, playing with all the other fur kids,

until we meet again.


"Savannah"

To Savannah, our Angel in Heaven:
        No outing or trip was ever half as fun without you next to us.
        No nap or evening's sleep was ever as peaceful without you to snuggle with.
        Our heartaches were eased and our problems made smaller with a hug of your
        warm body and a kiss on your soft face.
        You are missed a thousand times a day, and you will be forever in our hearts.
        We love you, Pooh Bear.

Mom & Dad

In loving memory of "Pal"

A faithful and uncomplaining companion to the end.
You will be very missed my Teddy Bear Dog with the velvet ears.  


In loving memory of "Gus"

loved and missed by Rebecca Mashaw.


In loving memory of our "Lacey"

from Tom and Susan Groot


"Jess"

A part of my heart went with Jess on her last journey yesterday. We shared so many adventures together and she taught me so much. Over the last few months she worked so hard for me - it was as if she knew that we didn't have much time. Taken from us too suddenly, her loss has left a great gulf in our family. Jess was a wonderfully happy, kind dog and we loved her soooo much. Run free our lovely girl. You will be remembered in our hearts forever!

Jill, Drew & Amber XXXX

(written on 24 June 2004)

Jess CDX   20 Aug 1993 - 23 June 2004


In honour of "Denver" and "Shilo"


"Denver"
SR U-CD Feathermarks Wanabee A Cowgirl Can CDX JH WCI; Am CD CGC  
4/16/1995 to 10/12/2004 
Mary Shillabeer and Tom Matier

and

"Shiloh"
Mini Manor's Masquerade Can CD  
3/13/1989 to 3/22/2001
Catherine Leonard

"Goldens disappear, but they never really go away. The spirits up there put the sun to bed, wake up the grass, and spin the earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you can see them dancing in a cloud during the daytime when they're supposed to be sleeping. They paint the rainbows and also the sunsets and make waves splash and tug at the tide. They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes. And when they sing wind songs, they whisper to us, "Don't miss me too much. The view is nice, and I'm doing just fine."

(Ashley Rice, 1999)


Azure's Love Struck Baby
"Joy"

Joy, you were my golden companion for 13 years, almost one quarter of my life. To say my life was made better by your being in it...is truly an understatement. To say there is a presence missing in my life by your leaving it...is also an understatement.

Joy I love you and you will live on, as I intended you to , in the kennel name I chose when  we started on this journey together. Even more treasured, however, is that you will live on in my heard even as you take a piece of it with you.

Janet McLean
Joyso Golden Retrievers

IN LOVING MEMORY OF
Sheree's “CHARLIE”
August 26, 1996 – October 27, 2004

Charlie was always by my side or had me in bird’s eye view. Charlie learned early on, that he had “Power in His Giant Paws,” whether he was soliciting a treat, some “scratchies”, or to let himself in the door. Knowing I was a hard one to wake up, he’d jump in bed and beat on me with his beautiful paws. If that didn’t work, he’d sit on my head with his 70 lb. body till I woke up, as if to say "Outside Mom!" He loved his walks; they were truly his, as he seemed to forget all he learned in puppy school. ‘Wind surfing’ in the car was his all time favorite, enjoying every second – Always in the NOW. Charlie’s eyes were so expressive, big, brown and beautiful. When he would ever so gently accept a treat, his eyes said, "Thank You,” and then that dark day came when his eyes said, “it’s time to go." Honoring his wishes, the deed was done and I sat with him and cried in the silence. I told him to go to the light, to go to his 'family' waiting for him. Just as I told him that, the lights in the room started flickering. I said, "Charlie Bear - did you do that?" and they flickered again. All too soon I lost my boy. I miss him, but know he is not far. I am truly grateful for his love and was blessed to be his friend.

I have so much to learn from one of God’s Finest Gifts.


No man or dog, could have been loved more.
Bob Cox and his "Cabot",
 

Canadian Champion & M OTCH Fyreglo's First and Foremost WC


In memory of my little "sweet pea", Joshua

In memory of my little "sweet pea", Joshua, who always had a waggy  tail and a friendly bark for everyone. You helped me learn a lot and I will miss you always. Wait for me, angel.

Forever loved by "mom",

Amy Meehan.


In loving memory of our beautiful,

gentle and happy Xena (“Lamb”)

In loving memory of our beautiful, gentle and happy Xena (“Lamb”), who showed great, love, affection and attention, to everyone she met. Xena’s motto in life was, “The only place I want to be is where you are close to me.” Xena was a gift to all who knew her. She was such a sweet and tender soul, and will never be forgotten.

Trish and Terry Moraghan, and "Indy"

"Anna Banana"


"Anna Banana", the heart of our hearts, forever loved and   missed    by Amy and Greg.

To our beloved Anna Banana,

Oh, you could have been with us for decades, and it would never have been enough time.  The memories of your antics, habits and routines are with us everyday.  When you joined our family at the age of three, we were so happy.  You were the 'perfect Golden'.  From the long walks and runs, playing ball, and swimming at the lake, you were the best girl.  You gave endless amounts of affection and recognition to everyone you met.  Even the children in the neighbourhood used to ring the doorbell o find out if you could come out to play.  On walks, you greeted everyone, and everyone knew you and looked forward to seeing you;  you were the "Mayor of Brampton."  We were devastated when you were diagnosed with lymphoma in November 2003, but with Suzi's support and guidance, we enjoyed every day that we had with you right up until the day you left us.  It seems only fitting that you decided to go on St. Valentine's Day . . . you were so loved.  That morning was so special, watching you play ball in the snow on our walk.  How were we to know hat would be our final one?  You were our companion, confidante, secret keeper, fan, listener, best friend, and solace.  We miss you so terribly, but we know that you are looking down on us.  We love you Banana.  Until we meet again.

Love,
Amy and Greg

 

It's been a year now and both the feelings of loss and the feelings of her presence have not changed.  We still feel the anticipation of coming home and expecting to see her head pop up and greet us, barking with her tail and bum thrashing, prancing and dancing about in excitement.  Banana died a year ago on a beautiful, sunny, crisp winter day.  We went for a walk after breakfast, fresh snow had fallen, and for Banana, snow, especially fresh powder, was water - frozen  water,  but  water  nonetheless.  We ran,  played  ball, jumped  in  snowbanks and made snow angels.  Shortly after coming home, she became very still and ill.  We called Dr. Hobson and took her to see him.  She had, at that point, become so weak that she couldn't obey commands, which she  always did.  Late  that  afternoon, like  the snow  angels she made, she became one.  As beautiful as that is and the time we had, the sorrow is still great.  Anna Banana died of complications due to lymphoma.  Her attitude, demeanor, strength, courage and love never changed.  Even in her last moments, she sought us out individually and said goodbye, as we held her in our arms.

"Sam"

"My candle burns at both the ends, it will not last the night.  But ah my foes and oh my friends, it gives a wondrous light!"

Sam was on the go 24/7... he never rested. He ran, he didn't walk. He barked non stop, demanding that we play fetch with him. Whenever I sat down at the computer or to watch TV or to read the newspaper, he would leap off the sofa, run around to find just the right tennis ball and plop it in my lap, and then he would back up a few steps and wait for me to throw it . . . and bark. His energy was a source of frustration but it was the source of joy and enthusiasm in the house. His energy and his wondrous' light is what we miss the very most
.

They will not go quietly,
      the dogs who've shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives.
Old habits still make us think
      we hear a barking at the door.
Or step back when we drop
a tasty morsel on the floor.
Our feet still go around the place
 their food dish used to be,
And, sometimes, coming home at night
we miss them terribly.
And although time may bring new friends,
and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
belongs to them
and always will.

Loved and missed by Donna and Terry


Keiko


 

In Loving Memory of "Keiko"

1995-2004

He wasn't the friendliest of dogs, but he was a great companion for the family. He is sadly missed by our family but we know he is at peace and at my grandfather,s side in heaven.


 "Shelby"  (May 1998 to November 2004)

  

She was a gift in every way.  Her loving disposition and playful manner made her very special to us.  Like her breeder name inferred, she always kept us "sheltered from the storm" and we miss her terribly, because she was taken from us far too soon and far too quickly.

Carol Moore and Mark Chlon

 "Cassandra"  (1994 - 2004)

  

We are blessed to have had you in our lives. Until we meet again, we will hold your memory dear in our hearts.

Love from your mom & dad, & your sister Samantha.


Brok

  

In loving memory of Janene's "Brok"

BROK ADM CGC CD AAD JD NJC-V NAC-V NGC-V; April 12, 1994 to December 15, 2004


Abby

  

In Abby - May 14,1995 to August 15,2004

Losing Abby was by far one of the most difficult things I have ever gone through in my life. She was my first very own dog that my Mom & Dad bought for me when I bought my first house. I never had children of my very own and she was very much my furry daughter. She was warm and sensitive, extremely intelligent and gentle. She stood beside me while my life took many turns, some for the better and some for the worse. She was an exceptional dog and everyone that met her thought the same. Four years ago I met my husband and two step-daughters and you could see how happy Abby was to know that we now had a family complete with what she loved most ....kids. She became my husbands best friend and my step-daughters companion and furry sister. Cancer stole her from us on August 15,2004 only 7 months after cancer took the life of my Father. Although we had the operation to remove the spleen which had a bleeding tumor on it Abby never recovered and we said good bye to her only 5 days after her surgery. I will never forget her, she will be a part of me forever just as I am a part of her. She touched the heart of everyone she met, my Dad used to say she lowered his blood pressure. I know that now she is living it up at Rainbow Bridge but I do believe she crosses that bridge often to sit by my Father's side. My only comfort is the thought that one day Abby will meet me at Rainbow Bridge and together we will cross the bridge with her guiding me to meet again with my Dad.

Missing you incredibly,
With lots of Abby-Doo love,
Cherie Barlow - Mommy

 


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