I would like to dedicate this page to all of our furkids who have now crossed Rainbow Bridge and are now playing together in heaven. If you have a furkid who has passed and would like to share your "love story", please send me his or her name, a photo (or photos), date of birth and date of passing, as well as your story. I would be honored to post it here. This page is not limited to cockers. Please send all information to lisa@pinecliffcockers.com. And thank you for sharing.

Grace was my special little girl. Her nicknames included Twirly Girl (she would twirl around and give you a little curtsy), Gracie Girl, or Gracie Face. She was very shy, but always sweet and loving. Most often you'd find her snuggled with Henry.

For anyone who knew her, she had the longest tongue ever! We all got a good laugh whenever she had it out (which was often). When the puppies arrived and were old enough to run around, Gracie didn't hesitate to snuggle with them too when they got all tuckered out. Check out the cute video clip on the Recent Puppies page.

We were not there when your life began, but we were for most of it till the end. We were not the first family to have you, but we are the family who loved you more than anything. From the moment we adopted you, you filled our lives with so much happiness and love. We are so fortunate to have had you as a member of our family. Our hearts are broken by our sudden loss. Our pain is just beginning. We feel your presence at home. We still see you laying on the couch all snuggled in. We still feel your soft ears. We know you are running around in heaven. Keep running sweetie. You will always be our "Bozzie". We love you and miss you. Forever in our hearts - Mommy, Daddy, Ross, Sam, Ally, Grandma, Beth, Jessi and your buddy Maggie.

In Loving Memory of our Boswell who went to heaven on February 18, 2005

My Danny and Darla. They solidified my love for the breed. When they were together, they turned heads left and right. They were frick and frack. Chocolate and Vanilla. Love and Love. I miss them so much, but their legacy lives on now in Pinecliff Cockers.

Rainbow Bridge

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, someone who was 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 begins to quiver. Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, 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 those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together. .

~ Author Unknown

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A Dog's Purpose ~ from the eyes of a 6-year-old

Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.

I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.

As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker’s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.

The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ''I know why.''

Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live.

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?'' The Six-year-old continued, ''Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.''

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.

Remember, if a dog was the teacher, you would learn things like:

When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.

Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.

Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.

Take naps.

Stretch before rising.

Run, romp, and play daily.

Thrive on attention and let people touch you.

Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.

On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.

On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.

When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.

Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.

Be loyal.

Never pretend to be something you're not.

If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.

When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.

ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!

Thank you Karen Coman for sharing this beautiful story!