The Rainbow Bridge at Rose Hill

These are the guys and girls who have been a part of our family and have gone on to peace and a heavenly existence.

....there was Jenko

We will never forget our Jenko.  He was our third Cairn Terrier and the stuff champions are made of.  When he walked, he had a graceful bounce and an air about him that said, "Look at me, I'm a winner."

Though he was already almost eight when he joined us, he made an indelible mark on all of us and so many others.  When he was feeling confident, he was a well-mannered and very dignified boy.  The only thing he lacked was a good sense of humor, but that was a reflection of his prior life.  He could be playful, but then became wary too easily.  He loved his walks to the boat landing and would tease us into a stop-and-sniff every time he walked by the spot where once a piece of hot dog bun had been left for him to sample.  He loved meal time and a good scratch right above his tail.  He became a go-along dog and took to the center console as guardian of the vehicle and its occupants.  Even as he neared the end and was very ill, he still rose to that spot with all the strength he could muster.  His struggle with IBD was probably for his entire life and took him from us too soon, at twelve years and ten months.  It is nice to think of him as a free and happy spirit, frolicking by the Rainbow Bridge.

 

 

We loved you, boy, and miss you terribly.

August 7, 1997 - June 22, 2010

Orkie at twelve

Orchestra, as we refer to this little imp, lost his former master and needed a new home.  This all happened to him when he was nearly nine and we often wonder how it must have been for him to learn so many "new tricks."  He was a sassy guy who acted about half his age part of the time and then crashed like an old fogey when he wore himself to a frazzle.  He was a Yorkie, through and through, no doubt about that! 

We lost our Ork at sixteen.  He kept it together as long as he could, considering the arthritis that plagued him in later years.  Even the bounce in his walk belied the pain our little guy endured.  He was a showman and a real tough guy to the end. 

January 1, 1991 - July 31, 2006

 

Sam (pictured at twelve) and Sande (pictured at thirteen)

Sam had been with us since he was eight.  His former owner went off to college and their long and loving relationship ended rather abruptly.  He was a love - thought he was the only dog in the house, though.  He had pretty wild dreams, sometimes waking up the whole house with his screeching!

Our Sammy left us at age 14, leaving a really big hole in our hearts.  He was our very good boy who liked everyone and just wanted to be with his people.

August 22, 1991 - October 29, 2005

 

Our very special girl dog, Sande, was our first Cairn Terrier.  She found us when she was two, adopted us, and taught us that life would never be the same without someone like her.  She made her last trip to Tettegouche with us in October of 2003.  We will never forget her and the 12 years she spent being our protector, our talker, and our beloved momma dog.

December 15, 1989 - October 11, 2003