This section is devoted to our beloved dogs who are waiting at the Rainbow Bridge. If you would like to include a tribute to your B.O.N.E.S. beagle(s) that crossed to Rainbow Bridge, please send your story and/or photo(s) to firstname.lastname@example.org.
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What can I say. I loved him unconditionally. He loved us the same way. We first met Jasper (aka Mr. Dawg, Jasper H. Dawg, Lumpy Stumpy, Baby Baby, etc) at the Beagle Bash last October (2006). He was very quietly standing next to his Foster Mom Sandy O'Neill wearing his little orange vest asking someone to adopt him. I was in love with him at first sight to be sure. I spent a good amount of time squatted next to him chatting quietly and I just know I understood him to say, I want to go home with you Dan.
Our adoption counselor Coco had ultimate patience with us steering us in all good directions for a number of wonderful dogs. I kept going back to Mr. Dawg even though we had been told he had a few "quirks" that we needed to be aware of. Fine, we knew now—and we STILL held out for Jasper. Through the good efforts of several folks at BONES, we made Jasper a part of our family and picked him up the day after Christmas 2006.
From the moment he graced our house with his presence for the first time, he made our house his. And rightfully so—he was joining our family. He took his first nap with us stretched out across Tina's lap on the couch. He took his last nap with me curled up next to me with his head on my leg. The evening of his passing, Tina took him on what was to be his last walk with us. After the fact, she said that as sick as he was—and as much pain as he was in, he did not want to come back in the house from that walk. It was like he knew it was his last.
Mr. Dawg was a constant source of love, cuddles and pleasure during his all too short time with us. We had him one day less than six months. Our only solace at this point is that he had a darned fine six months of love, walks, food, cuddles, belly rubs—did I say love? Yeah, guess I did. It's hard to see the computer through the still present tears as I write this.
He loved us and enjoyed being with us. He let us know that in so many ways. I only pray that we showed him in enough ways how very much we loved him and cherished his presence in our family. He was so VERY VERY special and I will love him always...we'll see you again one day Mr. Dawg and I know you will be wagging that stump of a tail just knowing that daddy has a treat in his pocket.
Dan and Tina Bellomy