Pookie Bear @ Rainbow Bridge

Please welcome Pookie Bear to #RainbowBridge

via Rainbow Bridge Online Instagram @pookiebearthedoggo as requested by @xlx_slaughter_xlx

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Author: Tony

I am a father, a husband and a dog owner. Like many of you, I love my pets and they are treated as family members. On saying that, if you ask my wife, the order is dogs, daughter and then me but hey, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I write about pet ownership with a slant towards pet loss. Whilst that may sound incredibly depressing to some, I want to focus more on why our pets are so important, the effect they have on our lives and the wonderful memories they create for us. I have been a qualified hypnotherapist since 1999 hence the many references to self-hypnosis as a method of dealing with the pain of pet loss. I know this works so I hope you will give it a try. Please contribute to the success of this website by commenting, liking and sharing. I know this is a community which will spread far and wide, bringing comfort and relief to the many thousands of readers who experience the heartache of pet loss.

One Reply to “Pookie Bear @ Rainbow Bridge”

  1. I was 10 years old when I first discovered what a Pomeranian was. My family had taken me to visit a dog show. We were wondering around the kennels when I stopped completely enraptured with a particular kennel. Inside was several wiggly, whiny, tiny fuzzy creatures. I fell in love instantly. I looked at my mom like any 10 years old would and said “ I need one of these” She looked back at me and with a bit of sarcasm she replied “ sure if you can afford to buy one of “these”, you can have one.

    From that moment on with more motivation than any other 10-year-old child, I saved. Every penny, every dollar of babysitting money, every cent of Christmas cash, every single dime I found on the couch I put it away. And in two years in the spring of 2003, I came to my mom and told her I had saved enough money to buy my dog. She looked at me awestruck. What dog? she asked. I brought up the promise she had made me 2 years prior. The family already had two dogs, three was. a lot of dogs. But when you make the promise like that and a 10-year-old manages to save 1200 dollars in two years. How can you say no? and just like that a month later we were on our way to Camrose to pick up a brand-new puppy.

    I remember like it was yesterday. The moment I walked into the breeder’s house. She sat us down at the table and asked me some questions and finally, she asked if I wanted to meet her. With tears in my eyes, I wanted nothing more. She opened a bedroom door and this wiggly sweet little puppy came bolting into the room and straight into my arms.

    At that moment, I knew she would be mine forever.

    To say she took a piece of my heart with her is an understatement. To me, she was a person in a fuzzy little dog suit, a special being who opened my heart as it has never been opened before. She was my best friend, my guardian, my child. Because of her, I am forever changed. I miss you Pooks so much. My baby bear. <3

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