Welcome to Rainbow Bridge
This page is dedicated to the memory of some very special Great Danes who have passed on to a place that we call Rainbow Bridge. Please use the contact form to the right, to have your special Dane remembered on these pages.
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....
Eddie died on February the 19th 2010 at home with his friends. He is buried in the garden.
Part of me died with Eddie. To all those who had the good fortune to meet this unique, special, muddled chap he will greatly missed as he became Daneline’s mascot.
A Dog’s Purpose (from a 6-year-old)
If you have ever wondered about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives, the most comforting explanation we have ever heard came from a 6-year-old boy called Shane.
He said, “People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life - like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right? Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long”.
She is gone - by David Harkin
You can shed tears that she is gone
Or you can smile because she has lived
You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
Or you can be full of the love that you shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday
You can remember her and only that she is gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
Why Dogs Never Die
Some of you, particularly those who think they have recently lost a dog to 'death', donít really understand this. Iíve had no desire to explain, but wonít be around forever and must.
Dogs never die. They donít know how to. They get tired, and very old, and their bones hurt. Of course they donít die. If they did they would not want to always go for a walk, even long after their old bones say: 'No, no, not a good idea. Let's not go for a walk.' Nope, dogs always want to go for a walk. They might get one step before their ageing tendons collapse them into a heap on the floor, but that's what dogs are. They walk.
Itís not that they dislike your company. On the contrary, a walk with you is all there is. Their boss, and the cacaphonic symphony of odour that the world is. Cat poop, another dogís mark, a rotting chicken bone (exultation), and you. Thatís what makes their world perfect, and in a perfect world death has no place.
However, dogs get very very sleepy. Thatís the thing, you see. They don't teach you that at the fancy university where they explain about quarks, gluons, and Keynesian economics. They know so much they forget that dogs never die. Itís a shame, really. Dogs have so much to offer and people just talk a lot.
When you think your dog has died, it has just fallen asleep in your heart. And by the way, it is wagging its tail madly, you see, and thatís why your chest hurts so much and you cry all the time. Who would not cry with a happy dog wagging its tail in their chest. Ouch! Wap wap wap wap wap, that hurts. But they only wag when they wake up. Thatís when they say: 'Thanks Boss! Thanks for a warm place to sleep and always next to your heart, the best place.'
When they first fall asleep, they wake up all the time, and thatís why, of course, you cry all the time. Wap, wap, wap. After a while they sleep more. (remember, a dog while is not a human while. You take your dog for walk, itís a day full of adventure in an hour. Then you come home and it's a week, well one of your days, but a week, really, before the dog gets another walk. No WONDER they love walks).
Anyway, like I was saying, they fall asleep in your heart, and when they wake up, they wag their tail. After a few dog years, they sleep for longer naps, and you would too. They were a GOOD DOG all their life, and you both know it. It gets tiring being a good dog all the time, particularly when you get old and your bones hurt and you fall on your face and donít want to go outside to pee when it is raining but do anyway, because you are a good dog. So understand, after they have been sleeping in your heart, they will sleep longer and longer.
But donít get fooled. They are not 'dead.' Thereís no such thing, really. They are sleeping in your heart, and they will wake up, usually when youíre not expecting it. Itís just who they are.
I feel sorry for people who donít have dogs sleeping in their heart. Youíve missed so much. Excuse me, I have to go cry now.