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.
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
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
with the pure joy of living.
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.
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"
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
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."
"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
A flame burns brightly in Bonnie Saxenmeyer's heart, for
her Legend Boy.
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
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
In Honour of Ch Fargold Kashuba's Lite
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."
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
until we meet again.
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Mom & Dad
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
loved and missed by Rebecca Mashaw.
In loving memory of
from Tom and Susan Groot
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
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Mini Manor's Masquerade Can CD
3/13/1989 to 3/22/2001
"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, 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.
Joyso Golden Retrievers
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",
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
Trish and Terry Moraghan, and "Indy"
"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.
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.
"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.
will not go quietly,
the dogs who've shared
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives.
Old habits still make us think
we hear a barking at the
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
In Loving Memory of "Keiko"
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.
(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
(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.
In loving memory of
BROK ADM CGC CD AAD JD NJC-V NAC-V NGC-V; April 12, 1994
to December 15, 2004
In Abby - May 14,1995 to
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