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Chad Thomas died 21st 2004	a candle will be always lit for them	Olivia, Oct. 6th. 1989 - Mar. 5th 2004

Good Lord of living things
Good Lord of those who have died
Please take these little dogs in your arms
and make them free from suffering...
I pray for You to make these innocents
rejoin their dear grandma Rosa and dad Piero
not to suffer after death by being alone.

E così sia.

Fiorello Galvani, Olivia's son

"Grieve not,
nor speak of me with tears
but laugh and talk of me
as if I were beside you there...
I loved you so...
t'was Heaven here with you"

Isla Paschal Richardson

Fiorello, Sept. 20th 1991 - May 17th 2002

this is the letter that Chad wrote before dying

April 21st 2004

Hi to all my e-mail friends both wiry and human, friends I decided it was time to join all my over the bridge. All night it became more difficult to get my breath and navigate. So I thought it best to say serenade. I have had so many pokes that I was beginning to think I would turn into a sieve. I have had four transfusions to no avail and I don't think it fair for everyone concerned to stay around any longer I had a talk with that man called "GOD" and he said it was time.

My Mom came early in the morning with the blue pitcher of water and I think I just heard her saying she was on her way.

I am just able to stand to great her but my breath is getting very shallow. She lifted me very tenderly out of my cage and put me on the table to tidy me up since I had an accident during the night. With her arms around me I was so content and comfortable that I gave one sigh and was on my way to the Rainbow Bridge.

I must go now for I am free of pain and for the first time in many years I have four good legs. I must go now and see if they have a tree or hydrant to see if I still know how to pee like a boy.

Please take good care of my Mom!

Love to all, your pal, CHAD

This is Sir Henry of Hampton Johnson, another
dear friend joined the gang at the Raibow Bridge...

May 25th 1991 - December 6th 2005

I live among God's creatures now
In heavens of your mind.
So do not grieve for me, my friend
As I am with my kind.

My collar is a rainbow's hue
My leash is a shooting star
My boundaries are the milky way
Where I sparkle from afar

There are no pens or kennels here
For I am not confined
But free to roam god's heavens
Among my shepherd kind

I nap the day on a snowy cloud
And gentle breezes are rocking me
I dream the dreams of earthing
And how it used to be

The trees are full of liver treats
And tennis balls abound
And milkbones line the walking ways
Just waiting to be found

There even is a ring set up
The grass all lush and green
And everyone who gaits around
Becomes the "Best Of Breed"

For we're all winners in this place
We have no faults you see
And God passes out the ribbons
To each one--even me

I drink from waters laced with gold
My world a beauty to behold
And wise old dogs do form my pride
To amble at my very side

At night I sleep in an angel's arms
Her wings protecting me
And moonbeams dance about us
As stardust falls on thee

So when your life on earth is spent
And you reach heaven's gate
Have no fear of loneliness
For here, you know I wait.

(Author Unknown)

Felix Mejía - 15th Aug. 1995-25th Apr. 2005

Another dear friend has gone to the Rainbow Bridge....
Felix, don't leave alone your mom Claudia and be her

Angel de la guarda, dulce compañia
no me desampares ni de noche ni de día
si me desamparas yo me perdería....

Felix Mejia