Pirate, our beautiful grand-dog, passed away yesterday. She was the sweetest dog ever. Christina and Walt got her when they were living on the Chesapeake -- fitting, because she was a Chesapeake Bay retriever. As a puppy she was afraid to go into the Chesapeake...until she did and suddenly realized there was a reason she was a water dog. She loved retrieving sticks (and logs!) from the Bay. Despite her size, she was completely convinced she was a lap dog. She was gentle and would stick her head under your arm for cuddles. Mark and Erin grew up with her and she had a very special place in their hearts. As I said, Pirate was the sweetest dog ever and my heart goes out to Christina and her family.
It's become common, when a pet dies, to speak of the Rainbow Bridge. I don't think Pirate crossed the Rainbow Bridge. I think she clamped her mighty jaws around that sucker, ripped it from the ground, and looked around for someone to bring it to, beaming with pride because she's such a good girl.