Brock (In Loving Memory)

Cocker Spaniel
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Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Rainbow Bridge
Quick Bio:
-purebred-pound dog

August 15th 1991


Favorite Walk:

Best Tricks:
He could sing to TV jingles

Arrival Story:
Such a great little guy. Some may not think so. He could be a bit ...lets say a bit rude at times. I loved this little guy so much. My mother lost her little dog. She and I went to the local pound looking for her a new little friend. We saw Brock right away. He was the one. Right off, he seemed like he was right at home. Brock was about two at this time. Brock lived with my mom until she passed. He was always right at her side. When mom passed, Brock came to live with me. Brock was around eight at this time. Mom was so worried about Brock when she was sick. She was always saying "who is going to take care of Brock when I am gone". I made a promise to her, I would take the best care of him. Brock lived with me until he went over to the Rainbow Bridge. I miss him so very much each and every day.

Forums Motto:
Greenies Rule

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Calling all Rainbow Bridge doggies and Kitties...

I've Been On Dogster Since:
May 9th 2007 More than 8 years!

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It has been a while

September 11th 2009 5:35 am
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It has been a while. My humom has been so slack on Dogster. She found this this morning and wanted to share with all:

Unlike most days at Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as could be imagined. All of the recent arrivals had no idea what to think, as they had never experienced a day like this before. But the animals who had been waiting for their beloved people knew exactly what was going on and started to gather at the pathway leading to The Bridge to watch

It wasn't long before an elderly animal came into view, head hung low and tail dragging. The other animals, the ones who had been there for a while, knew what his story was right away, for they had seen this happen far too often.

He approached slowly, obviously in great emotional pain, but with no sign of injury or illness. Unlike all of the other animals waiting at The Bridge, this animal had not been restored to youth and made healthy and vigorous again. As he walked toward The Bridge, he watched all of the other animals watching him. He knew he was out of place here and the sooner he could cross over, the happier he would be. But, alas, as he approached The Bridge, his way was barred by the appearance of an Angel who apologized, but told him that he would not be able to pass. Only those animals who were with their people could pass over Rainbow Bridge.

With no place else to turn to, the elderly animal turned towards the fields before The Bridge and saw a group of other animals like himself, also elderly and infirm. They weren't playing, but rather simply lying on the green grass, forlornly staring out at the pathway leading to The Bridge. And so, he took his place among them, watching the pathway and waiting.

One of the newest arrivals at The Bridge didn't understand what he had just witnessed and asked one of the animals that had been there for awhile to explain it to him.

"You see, that poor animal was a rescue. He was turned in to rescue just as you see him now, an older animal with his fur graying and his eyes clouding. He never made it out of rescue and passed on with only the love of his rescuer to comfort him as he left his earthly existence. Because he had no family to give his love to, he has no one to escort him across The Bridge."

The first animal thought about this for a minute and then asked, "So what will happen now?" As he was about to receive his answer, the clouds suddenly parted and the gloom lifted. Approaching The Bridge could be seen a single person and among the older animals, a whole group was suddenly bathed in a golden light and they were all young and healthy again, just as they were in the prime of life.

"Watch, and see.", said the second animal. A second group of animals from those waiting came to the pathway and bowed low as the person neared. At each bowed head, the person offered a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears. The newly restored animals fell into line and followed him towards The Bridge. They all crossed The Bridge together.

"What happened?"

"That was a rescuer. The animals you saw bowing in respect were those who found new homes because of her work. They will cross when their new families arrive. Those you saw restored were those who never found homes. When a rescuer arrives, they are allowed to perform one, final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort those poor animals that they couldn't place on earth across The Rainbow Bridge."

"I think I like rescuers", said the first animal.

"So does GOD", was the reply.



December 27th 2008 7:17 pm
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My mom wanted to make a video of my life for me. She wanted to have it complete by my Rainbow Bridge anniversary. With the holidays, she did not get it finished. I understand this. It is now finished. If you have a moment, take a look at it. Be sure and pause my page music before you start it. Love to all!!



December 20th 2008 11:35 am
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It has been two years since I left my mom and Lakota. I know my mom still misses me so much. She thinks of me many many times every day. That crazy bird Cisco still tells me good night each and every night. My mom is still just as sad as she was the day I went to the Bridge. I miss them too!! I know I will see them all again one day. I love you mom and I know you will always love me too!

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