Our Rainbow Bridge...
... Grieve not,
nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me
as if I were beside you...
I loved you so ---
'twas Heaven here with you.
--- Isla Paschal Richardson
Winston Churchill
Look at this wonderful sad face. Can you see the sadness in his eyes?
This beautiful baby, only 6 months old, came from a puppy mill. He spent
6 months living in a box. Doesn't sound like much, except for this little
guy 6 months was his entire life.
Everyone's heart melted the day he won his freedom. They looked into
that wonderful, beautiful, handsome face and smiled. He was free! Free
at only 6 months old. His future was going to be so great! He was still
so young, with so much opportunity ahead of him. A chance to be a real
puppy! A chance to be loved and to learn what love is and to give love.
A chance to run in grass for the first time, to chase a ball, to go on long
walks with his family, to roll over for tummy rubs and to give wet, sloppy,
drooly kisses to his new family.


Molly
Freedom Day, April 29, 2006 - Died May 5, 2006
Molly suffered from a severe uterine infection. By the time
she was rescued, all of her organs had begun to fail. It
was too late for Molly. Molly died in the caring arms of her
rescuers.
She is now at the Rainbow Bridge - free from pain, fear,
sadness, and loneliness.
God speed little Molly
Don't Grieve Too Long
Don't grieve too long for now I'm free
I'm following the path God set for me
I ran to him when I heard his call
I wagged my tail and left it all.
I could not stay another day
To bark, to love, to romp or play
Games left unplayed must stay that way
I found such peace it made my day.
My parting has left you with a void
So fill it with your remembered joy
A friendship shared, your laugh, a kiss
Oh, yes, these things I too shall miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow
My life's been full, you've given so much
Your time, your love and gentle touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief
Lift up your heart and share with me
God wanted me now - you, then He - both set me free.
-- Unknown Author
Lullaby - Goodnight My Angel
Music and Lyrics by Billy Joel
Goodnight my angel, time to close your eyes,
And save these questions for another day.
I think I know what you've been asking me,
I think you know what I've been trying to say.
I promised I would never leave you,
And you should always know
Wherever you may go, no matter where you are
I never will be far away.
Goodnight my angel, now it's time to sleep,
And still so many things I want to say.
Remember all the songs you sang for me,
When we went sailing on an emerald bay.
And like a boat out on the ocean,
I'm rocking you to sleep
The water's dark and deep, inside this ancient heart
You'll always be a part of me.
Goodnight my angel, now it's time to dream,
And dream how wonderful your life will be.
Someday your child may cry, and if you sing this lullaby,
Then in your heart there will always be a part of me.
Someday we'll all be gone
But lullabys go on and on
They never die
That's how you and I will be.
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Lullaby (Good Night My Angel) , Music and Lyrics by Billy Joel
Most of the dogs we see released from the PA Amish puppy mills are older, used up, no longer worth
the trouble to breed. But Winston was a baby! Hallelujah! A baby! Saved before the scars were too
deep, the pain was too much to forget, the loneliness too unbearable to go on. A baby! The group of
rescuers smiled. His saviors hugged him and snuggled him close. He snuggled back. He sucked on the
fingers of one of his wonderful saviors, like a newborn pup looking for the comfort of his momma, the
warmth of her body. She held him close, told him how free he now was, christened him "Sir Winston
Churchill", told him his life was going to be so wonderful.
This beautiful boy knew 10 days of freedom before he died. That's it. Just 10 days. Most of it spent in
a hospital, hooked up to IV fluids, poked and prodded, so sick he could barely lift his head. His
rescuers prayed and cried and hoped for the best. But "Sir Winston Churchill" was not destined to know
freedom for very long. Winston died of parvo. A deadly debilitating, life sucking illness, preventable by
a vaccine.
A simple vaccine. A vaccine that didn't even require him to be seen by a vet. Many breeders give
these vaccines on their own. Did Sir Winston Churchill die because those who had him thought so little
of him that it was too much trouble to give him that shot? Did they release this beautiful baby
because they knew he was sick? Maybe they thought they could get rid of him before others in the
puppy mill also became sick.
We would have loved to place Winston Churchill's story on our happy ever after page, to tell about his
wonderful new life. Instead, we mourn the short time he had with people that loved him. He barely
had a chance to understand what had happened to him that first day of freedom. But I think Winston
knew he was loved. He snuggled into the arms of his rescuer, suckled on her fingers, looked into her
eyes. She told him she loved him. She told him how beautiful he was, how handsome. She kissed him
and loved him.
Winston had so little time free. But, we take some comfort in knowing he had loving and caring people
surrounding him his last few days. He didn't die alone in the wooden box he had spent his whole life
in. He didn't die not knowing what love was. He had that much.
Winston is now free and running with so many others at the Rainbow Bridge. Please say a prayer and
send comforting thoughts to his rescuers and caretakers here on earth. They are sad and miss him so
much. But also say a prayer for the others left behind. The puppies that did not make it out of the
box. The ones left to die alone. The ones that are just starting out their lives in those boxes. The
babies who will spend years and years not knowing even the few days of freedom and love that
Winston had. Say a prayer, but also tell Winston's story to those you can. Please, tell his story. He
will live on in our hearts, he will live on in the memories of those who touched him that first day of his
freedom. Let the story of Sir Winston Churchill inspire those who hear it to help to stop this tragedy
from happening again. No baby should have to live their entire life inside a box. Look at that
wonderful sad face. Look at how beautiful he was.
