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A day in the life of Eclair

Rainbow Bridge

Eclair 2005 - 2007

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. Her bright eyes are intent. Her eager body
quivers. Suddenly she begins to run from the group, flying over the green
grass, her legs carrying her 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....


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This the worst entry I thought I'd ever have to make here....My heart is broken with this devastating loss. I cry easily as I remember Eclair's loving and gentle way. She was a precious gift to me and I will never stop loving and missing her. Thank you to everyone who became our friends, I am sorry we haven't been around much this past year, its been a bad one in many ways. Eclair helped me get thru some rough times and I only wish I could have helped her live longer.

I love you Eclair, my sweet baby...I love you.

I keep fergittin to post heer

I haf my uther blog at Eclair's Exciting Escapades. I keep fergittin to put stuff heer too.

Today I wint to see the vet man, tho this time is wuz a vet ladee. She wuz reel nice, dint do anything that hurted. We wint becuz I'm still havin the itcheez so my foodladee wanted to git sum flee medisin that werks! The vet ladee also gave her a spray for the rugs so we kin git rid of the fleez wunz and fer all!
The onlee bad thing that happend wuz I got sik during the ride to see the vet ladee and throed up inside the big pursss wif the see-thru sides that my ladee put me in for the trip. But win we got bak home my ladee feeded me agin since I throed up my brekfast.

Its a sad day for my foodladee

My foodladee tole mee recintly that I haf an oldur bruthur back in Ilynoys wheer she usta live. He is a dawg she adopted win he wuz 6 weeks old an wayd onlee 7 pownds, she reskuud him frum a sheltur just like me. She says he wuz a gud dawg wif a persunalitee kinda like mine; he luved evrybuddee and alwayz wantd to be petted and to sit klose on the kowch. She got him in 1992 and she and her dawtur luved him verry much. His name wuz Victor. They naymd him that at the sheltur and the foodladee's dawtur cudnt think of a bettur naym so they kep it. He got lotz of nicnayms too like Vickle Pickle, Puppy Boy, Pickle Puppy, an Victor PUPtrenko aftur one of their faverit ice skaturs. But win my foodladee moovd heer to Konectikut she cudnt bring Victor becuz her dawter wantd him to stay there so Victor moovd in with her dawter's dad. Victor wuz a lot of fun, they say he wuz always beggin fer peeple fud and luved to play fetch wif his "ropey". He wuz a very sweet dawg even win he runned away and gitted pikd up by the animul poleese an she had to reskuu him all ovur agin.

But she sayd Victor wuz gettin old, he wuz 14 now an on Saturday her dawtur called to tell us that Victor wuz very sick an in the animul hospitul. They sayd he cudnt pee ennymore. They gived him medicyne and IVs and hoped he wud git better. But today win he wuz suppossed to git to go hohm they chekd sum blud of his an fownd out his kidnees wur compleetlee gone. Victor wuz very week an the animul doktur sayd thair wuznt ennything else he cud do for Victor. So the foodladee's dawtur and her dad got to tayk Victor owtside the animul hospitul an sit wif him in the grass to say gudbye. Ryann (that's my foodladees dawtur's naym) said it wuz a sunny afturnoon an Victor snifft the air and snifft them but he kep wantin to go to sleep. Then Ryann's dad taked Victor back inside and the animul doktor helpd Victor go to sleep. Evryone wuz very sad an cryin. even the animul nursis.

My foodladee tawkd sum more wif her dawtur an they cryed alot. I dunt noe if all dawgs are like Victor but if they wur, an my foodladee luved him that much thin I wud haf to luv him too. She sayd Victor is playin at the Raynebow Bridj now jest like win he wuz a fuzzee littul puppee wif no pain or unhappeenes, eeting all the treets he wantz. I am sad that I never got to meet my big bruthur Victor, but I'm glad he had all the luv of my foodladee cuz I noe how gud that is.

Run happee in the eturnal sunshyne, Victor.

Victor 1992 - 2006