Baretta crossed over the bridge at the ripe age of 14. She will be missed.
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 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 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 quivers. 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....
Zeus was an owner turn in to the Philadelphia shelter at 8 years old. He was my first foster dog and I became a foster failure. Zeus had some dog aggression issues and people weren’t his favorite either. With a lot of work, Zeus overcame his issues. He lived life to the fullest with his sisters Logan and Baretta.
Zeus passed at the age of 14 knowing he was loved by many.
– Sue Trombetta
Maggie came to us shortly after my wife and I had married. We had just adopted a greyhound a few months prior and I wanted nothing to do with another dog. I was not an animal person, but we all know how that works! Karen was tipped off by Sharon about a 10 month old Dobie @ the SPCA. We adopted her and were the third owner in her short life.
She was terribly thin and had a very hard time adjusting to life in our house. Karen would drag her crate out every morning before I woke up to hose out the mess she would make during the night. I can honestly say that I hated her. I really mean I hated her. A few obedience classes started to make things better. Long story short she eventually became the love of my life. She is the reason I love animals. Maggie showed me that an animal can give you unconditional love. I really believe she loved us. I volunteer with DVDPA as a tribute to her. We have met so many wonderful people and made so many friends all because of Maggie. 1-01-98 to 01-03-09
– Glenn and Karen Stankovics