The Rainbow Bridge
The real Rainbow Bridge is near Lake Powell, Arizona.
It is a sacred Indian stone bridge.
The legend says:
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
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and
All of the animals who had been ill or 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 times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: They each miss
someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and
looks into the distance. Her bright eyes are intent; her eager body quivers.
Suddenly she begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, her legs
carrying her 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 the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your
life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together..........
SH.CH. Westley Munro
of Nortonwood x Thenford Georgette
12/4/1984 - died 13/1/1996
Lucy was the
first of our two foundation bitches from which most of our beloved dogs
descended. She was purchased as a pet from Mrs Margaret Easterbrook and
descended herself from Westley and Thenford lines. Her brother Bodie (
Night Romance of Kenour at Chilzer ) went on to become a Show Champion.
She always lived life in the fast lane but was full of character, she
chose us and then continued to rule us for nearly twelve years. Lucy always
knew what I was thinking and what I was going to do even before I did.
Realising that Lucy had a good pedigree I first decided to show her, and
when she did well in the ring considering she was handled by a novice, I
then decided it might be nice to breed from her. She had three litters, nine
puppies in total of which we kept one out of each litter. Megan ( Orlas
Margueritte ) see Megans page. Joshua ( Orlas Lord Lochinvar ) and Jimmy (
Orlas Intrepid Endeavour )
October Dream at Orlas
SH.CH. Westley Munro
of Nortonwood x Blaze Away Beauty
25/10/1985 - died 26/10/1998
Annie was the
second Golden bitch to join our kennel. She was bred by Lynn and Gordon
Vosper and descended from Westley and Camrose lines. Her niece Vosandra
became a Swedish Champion, but although Annie won well in puppy classes
including Best Puppy , she did not like the showring, she preferred her home
comforts. Annie was not cut out to be a mum either, she only had two litters, one
of five ( four survived ) and one of three ( one survived ). Annie spent
her middle years living with my daughter and grandson, but returned home
in her later years, where she was happy just to lie in the garden or
curled up in her basket in the kitchen and go for occasional country
rides and walks. Luckily we kept a bitch out of her first litter to our
own dog Joshua ( Orlas Lord Lochinvar ). Esther ( Orlas Hidden Delight )
who unlike her mother proved to be an excellent brood bitch.
Orlas Lord Lochinvar
Consolidator of Sansue x Orla Charlotte
born 16/11/1987 -
Joshua was the
first Golden dog we owned, probably due to my inexperience he only sired a
handful of litters, but passed his beautiful winning ways, confirmation and
especially his gorgeous head, on to his offspring.
Joshua proved to
be a natural show dog and he and I spent many happy hours travelling to shows.
In his later years when he did not accompany me to doggy events he would wait
eagerly knowing I would always bring him a new toy back for his toy box, he
was still enjoying playing with his beloved toys on the day of his death
Tatefield Hall of Kings x Orlas Margueritte
born 8/8/1989 - died 12/12/2002
Daisy was a joy to own, very gentle and loving but never demanding. She was
a very easy bitch to live with. The perfect golden lady. Daisy gave us Emily (Orlas
Enchantress ) to Sansue Vireo at Nunsbrook, Rachel (Orlas
Bring me Sunshine) and Max
(Orlas Bartholomew) to Motlaisa Damascas Prince.
(Orlas Hidden Delight)
Orlas Lord Lochinvar x Anouska October Dream at Orlas
born 30/09/1990 - died 2/7/2001
Esther proved to be one of our best brood bitches. We kept her daughter Elsa
(Orlas Ain't Misbehaving ) out of Linchael Vargus at Motlaisa, and her
elder sister Jody ( Orlas Crystal Celebration) is the foundation bitch of the
Goldiemay Kennel, she is owned and much loved by Sharon and Dave Brown
( Orlas American
Antonio x Orlas Bring Me Sunshine
born 6/8/1998 -
Alice had a
very extrovert personality, very eye catching, perfectly made and full of
life. Unfortunately she was only with us a short time and died in whelp
the summer of the foot and mouth epidemic
Sunshine Of Your Smile )
Antonio x Orlas Bring Me Sunshine
- died 26/6/2001
died tragically of heat stroke very soon after her sister Alice. Although
these two girls were only gifted to us from above albeit briefly, they
enriched our lives and taught us to make the most of every moment
(Orlas Intrepid Endeavour)
Jobeka Jasper of Nortonwood x Orla Charlotte
Born 29th July 1990 - Died 20th February 2004
Jimmy certainly lived up to his name
Jimmy was a single puppy from Lucy’s third and last litter. Although at the time
we didn’t know there was only one puppy in Lucy’s tummy, we would sit feeling
the movement and even then jokingly called it “Little Jimmy”. He was born in the
early hours by caesarean section and travelled home inside my jumper to keep him
warm. Lucy would not feed him at first but would obsessively clean him, in the
first few days he spent most of his time tucked in my jumper, I also bottle fed
him and a sickly goat I was rearing too, beside the warm Parkray fire in the
kitchen. After a few days I told Lucy that if she didn’t want to feed Jimmy then
she couldn’t clean him and I was going to have him for myself, at which point
miraculously Lucy started to feed him and Jimmy never looked back, he was
already a big puppy when he came into the world but with all Lucy’s milk to
himself he just grew and grew. The first visit to the vet was after a few weeks
when he didn’t seem to be able to get up onto his feet, he was X-rayed but
nothing untoward was found and soon after, sure enough he started to walk, we
think he was just too fat to get up onto his legs.
His next visit to the vet was when we took him to be castrated at about eighteen
months old because he had a retained testicle, the op was duly performed and I
want to pick him up only to find him in a pool of blood, of course I couldn’t
bring him home and he was opened up again to find out what had happened, on my
way home I thought about what was happening to Jimmy and remembered that a few
weeks previously he had cut a pad on his foot and I couldn’t get it to stop
bleeding, so I asked the vet to check his blood for clotting and sure enough it
We never thought Jimmy would make old bones because, well to tell the truth he
seemed to have everything wrong with him, his mouth was not right and seemed a
little twisted, his feet turned out (ten to two as we breeders call it), but
Jimmy was to prove us wrong, because after the op to be castrated he never saw a
vet except for his routine injections, until a few years ago when an ominous
lump appeared on his side, we discussed this lump with the vet but I was worried
about putting him under the knife because of his bleeding problem and was
worried I would be sentencing him to death, so we held back from operation
until such a time as the lump was smelly and opened and bleeding anyway and
really we then had no choice, so we went ahead and had the operation done. Jimmy
came through the op successfully even though he was eleven and a half, and
although he bled for a number of days afterwards, a drain had been put in to
allow this to flow and not build up inside. His wound healed very quickly and
soon Jimmy was back to normal and you wouldn’t even know he had had the lump in
the first place, he was fine for almost another year and then lots of little
lumps grew, this time on his face, again one was particularly bad and so I took
him to the vets fully expecting the vet to say there was nothing more he could
do for Jimmy, but Jimmy was still so full of life and when the vet said he would
operate again if I wanted him to, I did not hesitate and took him back two days
later to have five lumps removed from his face and a couple of others on other
parts of his body, when I I went to pick him up he looked like a patchwork quilt. Again
even though by now Jimmy was twelve and a half he recovered quickly and within a
week or two you wouldn’t have known he had even had the lumps. Jimmy continued
to enjoy life and loved his food and rides in the car, right up to a week before
he died. During the last week he seemed to enjoy life less and when the day
before he died he refused his food, we knew the time was coming. On the day he
died I made the decision that the time had come, but Jimmy knew that this was a
really hard decision for me to make and before the time came to take him to the
vets, he passed away himself. Jimmy has been a very important part of my life
and will be missed so much. He grew into a really big dog and was always just
there wherever you went. He was always with his harem of girls because being
castrated he was “safe”.
Jimmy had a special relationship with his older half brother Joshua, they vied
constantly with each other and were very competitive, but when Josh died Jimmy
missed him ever so much, even though he had lots of other friends to play with,
and for a while all meaning seemed to go from his life, but time has a way of
healing and soon Jimmy seemed to start enjoying life again but a little of the
sparkle had gone. Now hopefully Jimmy and Joshie will once again be able to play
Jimmy also welcomed our new comers and was always gentle with our new babies and
played with them all. He had a wonderful temperament and it is a pity he could
never sire children because he would have made a wonderful Dad.
We will always love you “Little Jimmy”
Weep not for me though I am gone
Into that gentle night
Grieve if you will, but not for long
Upon my soul’s sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul’s at rest
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath
Remember not the strife
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
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