Rosie (In Loving Memory)

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Home:Bronte Creek, Oakville, ON, Canada  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Rose Petal, Rosie La Rose, Rosie Rose, The Tanker, The Rosinator

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Sun Sign:
Rainbow Bridge
Quick Bio:

Gotcha Date:
October 14th 2008

April 21st 1999

She has tremendous determination and can do anything despite having a bad hip, sore joints and virtually no teeth

Thunder storms

Favorite Food:
She loves to eat and yesterday had no trouble finishing off a pig's ear

Favorite Walk:
She just loves the endless trails that surround our house

Best Tricks:
Rooing when she needs to go outside

Arrival Story:
After the loss of our 11-year old pointer, Cookie, we felt that Riley missed sharing his days with a companion. We considered getting a puppy, but instead wanted to have the same dynamic of a senior and younger dog. Inspired by some of our pup pal parents, we searched petfinder for an older pointer to adopt. Searching separately, both Caroline and I found Rosie and were drawn to her by her story.

Rosie spent the first 7 years of her life outside on a concrete pad. Her days were spent in isolation and she never knew the love of an owner. Just over two years ago, Rosie was rescued by Illinois Birddog Rescue. Since that time she had stayed with a foster family and learned to receive and give love. Recently, her foster family had to give Rosie up due to a job transfer that saw them relocate to China. Displaced once again, Rosie's future was uncertain. Her write up on petfinder, along with her blog reached out to us and instantly compelled us to contact IBR. Over the Canadian Thanksgiving weekend, Caroline, Riley and I drove over 10 hours to Lafayette Indiana to pick up Rosie and bring her north to her forever home.

Forums Motto:
Anything you can do, I can do better!

The Groups I'm In:
***Pointers PLUS***, Got Spots?, English Pointer lovers!, Rainbow Bridge Angel Babies, Second Bananas Unite!, ~Forever In Our Hearts~

The Last Forum I Posted In:
My Mommy made this video.


I've Been On Dogster Since:
October 21st 2008 More than 5 years!

Rosettes Given In The Past Month:
Strider *Dear Angel*

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Everything Is Coming Up Rosie

3 Years

June 21st 2012 11:43 am
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3 Years

That's how long I've been here at the Bridge. Time goes by so very quickly. Since my arrival so much has happened. Recently I made a wonderful new friend. His name is Strider.

Some might say he can be a little grumpy at times, but I love that about him. The two of us head off looking for trouble.

Did I just say that? Don't worry, sweet Remy, we don't get into trouble. No, not us . . .

At least that's what I tell Cookie. She can be so protective. Even more so that my dear, Remy and his brother Magnum.

You know, adventure is all around us . . . across that creek, around the next bend. Something tells me that Strider and I will find trouble one day. I found it once, those years ago when I first arrived at the Bridge and something tells me that I'll find it again.

Sometimes trouble has a way of finding you.

Thank you to all of my wonderful friends for sending me messages on my crossing anniversary. You know how to make a girl feel special.



April 21st 2012 9:32 am
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We still celebrate them here at the Bridge. Really any excuse to get together and have a great time and we're all over it.

This morning, before the festivities of later today, my new arrival pal, Strider and I are going to head out on a little adventure. There's trouble out there and we want to find it.


Stealing Precious Moments

June 17th 2010 8:11 am
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The crisp chirrup of the white-winged swallow beckoned her onward. The iridescent blue-green wings, neck and head shimmered in the sunlight and created a mesmerizing contrast to the stark white underparts and rump.

An hour earlier, while relaxing in the tall grass, this spirited little swallow had swooped down and chirruped right in her face. It was at that moment a friendship had been born. For Rosie, her interest in watching birds had started many years earlier. While on earth she had loved to watch these elegant and graceful beauties soar into the clear blue sky and effortlessly dance on the crests of the wind.

This same fixation was now leading her through the dense brush of the woods and past a meandering creek. The world around her disappeared and she lost herself in the magnificent beauty and summoning song the swallow was performing.

Out into a large open field she followed, never breaking her stare. The tall, dry grass swayed back and forth like the arms of the crowd at a rock concert during the performance of the band’s love ballad. To the top of a gently slopped ridge she went and when she reached the top she came to a stop.

Waiting for her was Vermont Labbie, Remy. With her arrival, his head rose high and his ears perked up. Despite his large size, he spritely jumped to his paws, his tail wagging. The white-winged swallow glided past him and hung in the air just beyond his shoulder. Next to the lab was a blanket and upon it were plates of fresh fruit and veggies; a delightful assortment of some of Rosie’s favourites.

“Remy!” Rosie exclaimed in surprise.

Normally full of confidence and machismo, Remy now approached with a gentleness and vulnerability. He extended his paw toward her and she took it as he led her back to the blanket.

“I can feel your paw tremble,” she said to him.

He released his grip and gestured for her to sit on the blanket.

“Nerves, I guess,” he replied.

“You shouldn’t feel nervous around me, Remy,” she quickly countered, wanting him to relax and feel at ease.

The lab sat next to her and presented a plate of strawberries and asparagus. A strange combination, but one that Rosie loved.

“This is a very special day,” Remy said as Rosie took a strawberry. “One year ago today I first set eyes upon you.”

Rosie took a bite of the strawberry and looked up into Remy’s eyes. He was gazing at her with a tenderness that melted her heart. He had always had that affect upon her.

“From the moment you arrived at the bridge . . . ” he paused, searching for the words. He had rehearsed this moment many times, but now that it was upon him, he had trouble recounting the elegant prose he wanted so badly to recite to her.

Rosie leaned forward and nuzzled her head into his neck. He closed his eyes and wrapped his large, bear-like paw around her shoulder.

“Remy,” Rosie broke the silence. “I always fell safe with you.”

Remy’s tail thumped against the blanket.

With a chirrup and flap of its wings, the white-winged swallow did small circles only a few inches from their heads. Rosie broke the embrace and laughed at the silly antics of the swallow. She turned back and gazed into Remy’s eyes.

“I just want you to know, Rosie,” he said. “That you coming to the bridge and us meeting has made me very happy. I wanted the two of us to share some special time together before the party tonight.”

The two sat together and finished off the strawberries and asparagus. They laughed and talked and play wrestled. The sun moved across the day sky and Rosie and Remy lost track of time, the hours passing so quickly.

Before they knew it, it was time to head back to the farm for the party. Rosie was celebrating her one-year crossing anniversary and Alex was celebrating his four-year anniversary.

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