Tribute To A Great Dane~{This Moment} See Beautiful

Brynn is the brindle in the back with her sister Bousha in the front. Both have crossed over the rainbow bridge.

This Great Dane was a “Great” Dane, her name was Brynn. She passed over the Rainbow Bridge this past Tuesday just two months shy of her 8th Birthday from bilateral Osteosarcoma in her front legs. Brynn was owned by my friend and coworker Margret, I’ve know Brynn since Margret and her family got her as a little baby. Brynn was a beautiful brindle girl who didn’t have a care in the world she had a goofy personality that made everyone smile. She loved her big sister Bousha until she left her a few years earlier. She kept house with 2 small children and kept them safe each day. I will miss seeing this love at work each week. Godspeed Brynn, now you can run free over the Rainbow Bridge with your new legs and back that will never go out again. Peace and love to your family you left behind.

How does one See Beautiful in death? For this answer I went to Wikiquote and this is what I found:

• Let us learn from the lips of death the lessons of life. Let us live truly while we live, live for what is true and good and lasting. And let the memory of our dead help us to do this. For they are not wholly separated from us, if we remain loyal to them. In spirit they are with us. And we may think of them as silent, invisible, but real presences in our households.
  • Felix Adler, Life and Destiny (1913), Section 8: Suffering and Consolation.

•  The bitter, yet merciful, lesson which death teaches us is to distinguish the gold from the tinsel, the true values from the worthless chaff.
  The terrible events of life are great eye-openers. They force us to learn that which it is wholesome for us to know, but which habitually we try to ignore — namely, that really we have no claim on a long life ; that we are each of us liable to be called off at any moment, and that the main point is not how long we live, but with what meaning we fill the short allotted span — for short it is at best.
  • Felix Adler, Life and Destiny (1913), Section 8: Suffering and Consolation.

• To me the honour is sufficient of belonging to the universe — such a great universe, and so grand a scheme of things. Not even Death can rob me of that honour. For nothing can alter the fact that I have lived; I have been I, if for ever so short a time. And when I am dead, the matter which composes my body is indestructible — and eternal, so that come what may to my ‘Soul,’ my dust will always be going on, each separate atom of me playing its separate part — I shall still have some sort of a finger in the pie. When I am dead, you can boil me, burn me, drown me, scatter me — but you cannot destroy me: my little atoms would merely deride such heavy vengeance. Death can do no more than kill you.
  • W. N. P. Barbellion (Bruce Frederick Cummings), The Journal of a Disappointed Man, Chatto & Windus, 1920.

• To live in hearts we leave behind
  is not to die.
  • Thomas Campbell, Hallowed Ground (1825).

The quotes were endless but I think these pretty much sum up my question on how does one See Beautiful in death. I believe a pet’s only fault is that they don’t live long enough. We would like them to live forever with us but in reality they can’t. As much as it hurts to loose a loved one I believe they die so we can experience a new journey in life. Hopefully we live a long life and in that long life we can have the companionship of many animals to teach us different meanings of life, show us different joys in live, walk a new adventure with us and that is where you See Beautiful. New adventures with new pet’s give us so much beauty to tuck away in our hearts to keep forever and ever long after they are gone. We are born with big hearts that never completely fill up so there is always room for a new being to share our heart with. When I write my condolences to clients who have lost a pet I usually always write “keep their memories in your heart and they will be with you forever”. The beautiful part in that is that no one or no thing can take those memories from you so a part of your loved one will be with you forever long after they pass over the 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 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. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him 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 the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

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