In memory of our beloved rescue bulldogs who have

journeyed to the Rainbow Bridge

 

 

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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...

Author unknown.

 


 

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Maggie was a resident at Shady Paws. She went there because her family has a child who has been battling cancer. She was lovingly cared for by Andrea Dayton.

 


 

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This boy was with my Dad over 4 years, he lived to be 13 1/2. Curtis was smart and funny, and very lively to the end. He was a 'short term' foster who 'stuck'. It is very different here without him. Old as he was, he was always delighted to meet any young female rescue who came in. We adopted him out once, the unbelievably stupid vet convinced the woman to remove (he was 9) his nose wrinkle! Then she returned him! We miss him.

 


 

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George and Mugsey spent their final years at LIBR's rest home, Shady Paws, in the loving care of Andrea Dayton. These two 'Grumpy Old Men' loved to 'hate' each other, and we knew that when Mugsey left, George would not be too far behind. George followed his old buddy less than 2 weeks later. Mugsey was 13 1/2, and George was around 12. We also lost Sarge, who was supposed to live around 3 weeks when we got him from a shelter (he lived another year and a half), and Daphne, who was found living under a highway overpass. I lost their pictures in a computer crash. They will all be missed.

 

 


 

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RILEY, 12 yrs old, was adored by the Lorenzini Family, including Bulldog"sister" Katy. Riley was adopted from LIBR many years ago. Recently he was a foster "Grandpa" to: Mugsy and Maddie, Lola, Blue, Marty, and most recently Max.

Just last week he broke up a fight between Marty and Max, and with a big paw on each of them instructed them to knock it off. He will be greatly missed.

 


 

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Gunny (My Boy, Buddy, Stinks, Old Man, Handsome)

 

We never said this to you when you were with us, because the three of us never had to… We love and miss you so much. When we first rescued you, we saw this tired old dog with obvious health problems. What we lost was the most loyal, unique, loving animal either of us had ever met. You came in with your charm and personality and took control of our lives. We will never be the same after this and that is because we will never meet another you.

 

We miss your endless amount of slobber that you had when it was time for your meds, we miss the random passing of gas (regardless of whowas at the receiving end), and we miss your grumpiness when you couldn't have your own cushion on the couch. But most of all, we miss your smile, that sparkle in your eye, and those hugs and kisses just for Dad that made us know that you felt the same way about us as we did for you.

 

You are off to a better place now, Buddy. One where there are other Bullies and one where the food bowls are filled with treats and the water is flavored like beef. Go eat, be happy, and if you think of it, remember Mom and Dad.

 


 

 jakeRIP.jpgIt is with an extremely heavy heart that I am writing to tell  you at the grand old age of nine Jake passed on. He died very happily; he  was playing his favorite game of tug of war. He collapsed, we rushed him to the Emergency Vet, they tried  everything they could, but alas, there was nothing they could do.  This week has probably been the saddest I've ever had - Jake was my  first dog, and I don't think I realized what a brilliant dog he was until he'd gone. I am consoling myself knowing that for the last two  years of his life he had a great time; we never stopped playing and he certainly never grew tired of having his ears and belly rubbed.

 


 

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Someone in a delivery truck near the landfill in Brooklyn witnessed people pushing a Bulldog out of a moving car, then speeding off. The driver picked up poor Meatball, his children named him, but they were unable to keep him so they called LIBR. Meatball was adopted by a great family, this is what they had to say:

    As you can see Meatball is doing wonderful and we can never thank you enough for bringing him into our life. In this picture he is in his favorite chair, from this chair, which is in the living room, he can watch me in the kitchen and look down the hallway to the office and bedrooms. Since he is deaf he watches everything and everyone. I blow kisses to him as I make eye contact many times a day. I also wake him up at night so that he knows we are going to bed and he soon follows to his own bed near ours. ..

Meatball passed away August 28. He will be missed by his family, but he had a wonderful few years with them.