At Chenoa we realize that many of our special family members will not live as long as us and we wanted to honor their memory. This page is devoted to just a few of those who have crossed over the rainbow bridge.
The Legend of Rainbow Bridge
From the book, The Legend of Rainbow Bridge by William N. Britton
When a pet dies who has been especially close to a person here on earth,
that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are beautiful meadows and grassy hills there
for all our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is always plenty of their favorite food to eat,
plenty of fresh spring water for them to drink,
and every day is filled with sunshine so our little friends are warm and comfortable.
All the pets that had been ill or old are now restored to health and youth.
Those that had been hurt or maimed are now whole and strong again,
just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The pets we loved are happy and content except for one small thing.
Each one misses someone very special who was left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes
when one of them suddenly stops and looks off into the distance hills.
It is as if they heard a whistle or were given a signal of some kind.
Their eyes are bright and intent. Their body begins to quiver.
All at once they break away from the group, flying like a deer over the grass,
their little legs carrying them faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet,
you hug and cling to them in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.
Happy kisses rain upon your face.
Your hands once again caress the beloved head.
You look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet so long gone from your life,
but never absent from your heart.
Then with your beloved pet by your side, you will cross the Rainbow Bridge together.
Your Sacred Circle is now complete again.
The Legend of Rainbow Bridge
Caprice Purr-Fect Kat
May 22, 1986 - June 19, 1995
Purr had been shown and traveled in her younger days with a handler, earned a major reserve, but was never finished. Purr had a very unique personality and she "told" her owner that she didn't want to show any more and stopped "performing." She was retired and came home to Boulder and became a brood bitch. In 1994, we leased her from her owner, Margaret, of Caprice kennels. Caprice kennels has been around for over 30 years and bred many healthy, happy pets, working dogs, and many, many champions. Purr-Butt as she was known, came to Chenoa on a "temporary" basis. We wanted to start a new line utilizing Caprice's strong genetics for both health and temperament, but at that time we could not afford to purchase such a wonderful dog. Purr came home with me, she was bred at her next heat cycle, whelped out a healthy litter of 8 puppies at the ripe "young" age of 7. When the puppies were all placed and I took Purr back to her breeder/owner, Purr said "hello" to Margaret and then jumped back in my truck. She had made her choice. Margaret took it good naturedly and said, "well, she's made her choice", and she gave me that wonderful, unique dog.
Purr-Butt changed my life. She was loving to all, an alpha bitch in our kennel, was a fantastic mother and became a "grandmother" to a few other litters. She even nursed one litter that wasn't hers that another bitch wouldn't feed. Purr-Butt had a distinctive personality that included a sense of humor. She would come up behind you, poke you in the butt and then run away, looking back over her shoulder and I swear she was laughing. She was playing tag.
When Purr-Butt died, she took my heart with her. I still think of her, at times I still grieve. I have her picture, her collar, and her ashes and will never part with them.
Purr, I love you, I miss you, and you can never be replaced no matter how many dogs come into my life.
Your second mother, Susan
July 1999 - October 5, 2011
We owned Ace from the time he was 6 months old. We saw him in the ring at a dog show while we were still in Colorado. We had lost our German Shepherd girl, Katie, shortly before and were without a German Shepherd. Ace moved like a dream and when we inquired about him, we were told that he was for sale. Well, we made an impulse purchase and took him home with us.
Ace was a gentle dog who never met anyone that he did not like. We used to joke that he would help a burglar carry out the stuff, he was so friendly. However, that changed one night when someone tried to get in our house. Ace starting barking, and going from room to room following the guy around the house as he was trying to get in. We were all amazed that Ace was showing a very protective side and were quite happy with his "performance". When the sheriffs got there, they were a little leery of Ace, but he went to the door tail wagging to greet his new friends. Good old Ace.
Ace absolutely LOVED to herd. He would herd anything: horses, sheep, cats, children. I do not know where he thought everyone needed to be, but he had a master-plan for them. For those people that say that the American show-lines have no "instinct" left. Ace's pedigree for many generations was strictly a show line, no obedience titles, no herding titles, nothing but show dogs - Ace proved that the herding instinct in German Shepherds is alive and living. He embodied the noble, gentle German Shepherd breed.
Ace had many friends: one was our vet-tech, Brandi. While she was raised with German Shepherds, she did not like them at all. Ace changed her mind and she was with us as he was euthanized. Below, is what Brandi wrote to us about Ace:
Ace, we will miss you... and Phalen (our Irish Wolfhound) is still not using your bed and looks for you,
Mom and Dad
Your favorite vet-tech, Brandi
December 14, 1996 - September 24, 2010
As we celebrate the beginning of Autumn, please also celebrate the life of German Shepherd Dog, Chenoa's Joyful Jessie 12/14/1996 - 9/24/2010.
She was the brains of the Tralen Kennel. She saw us through several Irish Wolfhounds (IWs) and thought Kelly's litter, Red, Blue, Quanv and Killian were HERS! She protected them from all intruders real or perceived.
Jessie was able to train me enough to get one leg of her obedience title. However, I wasn't smart enough to get the other two.
We had a plastic bucket with a lid that had dog cookies in it in the garage. Jessie would wait until we weren't looking and flip the lid on the bucket and "steal" biscuits out of the bucket. The IW's would look at her and try to figure out how to steal the biscuits too but they never could. Instead they would wait until she would drop cookies on the ground for them.
Sweet Jessie, may you have peace and play with other GSDs.
Owned and loved by
Tracy and Len Luty
April 8, 1999 - June 28, 2003
Abby came from one of our out-cross litters. She was a beautiful black and tan bitch that was placed with a wonderful young man then in his teens. Todd had researched the different breeds of dogs and decided that he wanted a German Shepherd Dog. He was interested in showing in competitive obedience. He researched the breed and was well educated in the possible problems in the German Shepherd Dog breed. I do not think I have ever met a more well versed and prepared puppy buyer than Todd and his family. He had saved up his own money to purchase Abby. At around two years of age they found out that Abby suffered from pancreatic insufficiency which was preventing her from keeping on weight because she was not able to efficiently utilize all the nutritional value of her food. Todd had Abby on medicine to help her with this condition. Unfortunately, there would soon be another blow to this wonderful family. Abby developed bloat and passed away. She was a wonderful dog and our hearts and prayers are with Todd, his family and Abby.
Conlee's Katana v Chenoa
January 2, 1999 - February 8, 2000
Although Katie's time with us was very short, she made an enormous impact on my life. She was a beautiful, correct sable puppy. Katie was always a very playful girl and enjoyed everyone who came into contact with her. When she died (due to torsion), she took a piece of my heart with her. It was several months before I could even talk about her and what had happened to her. While I wasn't there when she was whelped, I was there when she died at the vet's office and I was able to hold her and say my goodbye's. Katie you are still greatly missed.
September 3, 1989 - October 3, 1999
Damon came to Chenoa on a co-ownership from a well-known kennel back east. He was almost 4 years old when I got him. He had OFA'd "excellent" on his hips and we were looking forward to showing him to his championship and breeding him. In May of 1993 we bred him to one of our bitches and were eagerly awaiting the litter. During this time, he and I traveled to Utah for a four-day specialty show. On the last day he started limping on his front leg. Once we returned home, we had him x-rayed and discovered that he suffered from fragmented coronoid process (FCP) which is an elbow dysplasia. We struggled with the fact that he had elbow dysplasia, that we did not know that there was a problems with elbows in the breed, the fact that we had already bred him, and most of the litter had been pre-sold. I contacted all the puppy buyers and told them about Damon, most of them had met Damon and loved him. I offered them the opportunity of either receiving a full refund of their deposit money and they could get a puppy from someone else or they could still get a puppy from his litter and I would still stand behind my contract about dysplasia. We did the responsible thing and had Damon neutered. The litter he had sired was born, and there were 9 puppies. Out of that litter (which was whelped in 1993) not one puppy has been reported to have any elbow problem. One of those puppies buyers were the McCormick's and they are featured on our puppy page.
Damon had an incredible personality. He didn't like to be alone and could go over, under any fence. One day, I had put him in the back yard as the fence was 6 feet high and went to town to get the mail, I was gone about 1/2 an hour. When I got back home I saw that my front door was opened. When I got to the door I noticed that there was a very small rip in the screen. I went inside and there in the hall was Damon wagging his tail and saying "aren't you proud of me, I opened the door all by myself and I was waiting for you." I had to go to my room to laugh he was so funny. One day there was a lot of snow in the front yard and he was out there with three of my other dogs. The phone rang and my neighbor down the street said your dog just got out and he is taking the other dogs down the street. Yep, there was Damon in the lead and the others were following him down the street. I called to him and they all returned. They didn't jump the fence, the snow had piled up in one corner and Damon just showed the others how to walk over the fence. Quite a few of us allow our dogs to lie on our beds or even to let them sleep on our bed with us. Damon slept with me, but he didn't curl up near the bottom of the bed. Oh no, he had to lie next to me with his head on the pillow. He was a big baby and I always called him Damon Buddy.
In August of 1994 I placed Damon with a great family in Denver. Originally they had come to see me about getting a puppy but fell in love with Damon. Damon spent the rest of his life being loved and pampered by the Johnson's. He died in the Fall of 1999. He is greatly missed by all of those whose lives he touched.
Chenoa's Great Adventure
December 11, 1994 - November 15, 2004
Rhini is a bitch that Susan got from a breeding out of her beloved Purr-Butt by CH Kinni-V Oz v. Kubistraum. Rhini was sold as a puppy to my husband and me. Susan handled Rhini at shows and so did her step-son, Kevin. Even though she was never a champion she was one in our hearts. Rhini was an intelligent bitch, and made us very happy. Rhini whelped two litters, and was a wonderful momma. Rhini was especially happy when one of her pups out of her last litter stayed with her. Rhini gave us a lot of love and liked to sleep right in between us at night. She also loved to just lay beside us on the couch and be petted. In February of 2004, Rhini was diagnosed with Osteosarcoma cancer, she bravely fought the disease for 10 months until the disease won and we humanely let her go. Even at the end, Rhini still insisted on getting in bed with us and also laying on the couch. When Rhini passed, a big part of my heart went with her. Rhini was the type of dog that was in tune with my feelings and knew when I was upset. Rhini would come over and lay her head on my lap and look at me with those big eyes and say " its okay I'm here, I will make you feel better". Rhini was one of a kind and will be greatly missed by all, especially by us and our son. Rhini certainly lived up to her name. She was a Great Adventure!!!!!!!!!!! Written by Luanne Crinklaw specifically for this site (used by permission).
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