FarOut Fields Brittanys

Memorials

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....

Author unknown...





"Bridget" INTL CH FarOut Fields Wiggy Bridget
12/27/01 to 03/01/16


The greatest mom in the world. A very unique lady that will be sadly missed.






Jesse


With a heavy heart I share that today we said good-bye to our oldest Brittany Jesse. She was about 7 weeks shy of age 15. She came to us as a rescue about 11 years ago. Jesse was a quiet girl with an endearing personality. She was very sensitive to our feelings & was always around to cheer you up if you needed it. She was never an agility dog but had earned a couple of International Championships in conformation before joining our family. Jesse was a social butterfly at our brittany puppy parties. She was crazy about boy dogs! She had a coy, flirty way of coaxing trail mix from her "Dad" as you can see in the photo. She was a great friend to her "sisters" Fancy & Shali. Jesse was a beautiful, sweet heart of a dog & our house feels so empty without her.






Jo


You entered my life in 2006 as a rescue, but I have to ask who rescued who? I never knew your true age, I guessed you were maybe a year an a half. You were sweet and quiet from the moment I met you, your tail wagging so fast, a very heart warming greeting. I was only to transport you, but you transported your beautiful little soul into my heart.

If I were to ever find another Roan girl like Jo, I would take her in a heart beat! I really wish I knew were she came from. I rescued her from the Port St Jo Humane Society, it was believed she came out of Tallahassee , but she could have been from AL, MS anywhere.

The Port St Jo Humane Society thought she had fallen off someone's boat. She was found down around the Marinas and had been there for about a week, roaming around. The thought is she may have fallen off of someone's boat and they may have not missed her right away or thought she had drowned. When they found her she had a bark collar on and was very familiar with crates.The St Jo Humane Society was nice and new with a very nice thrift store, where they would take Jo to meet and greet people, for the day. The hope was someone would come looking for her or knew her family. She was such a good girl. Again no one ever came looking for Jo, I know ----heartbreaking .

All her life with me I had to watch her carefully in waters, Jo would look intently out in the Oceans, Lakes and Rivers and she would have a tendency to swim out away from the beaches. Sometimes was scary, but I always felt she was looking for that boat, even though she was my girl and I knew she loved me, as I did her.

Jo passed over the Rainbow Bridge January 18, 2014, she will forever chase the lizards, squirrels, and birds. God will grant her, her last leg of her JH as he witnesses this graceful, beautiful Brittany doing what comes naturally to her.

Until we meet again, sweet baby girl, rest in peace, run free!






Dawson


I stood beside your bed last night, I came to have a look.
You were trying not to cry; I know how much it took.

I whined to you so softly as you brushed away the tears,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you. I’m fine, I’m well, I’m here.

I was close to you this morning, although you didn't see,
You were thinking of the many times your hand reached down to me.

I was with you in the field today, your legs were getting sore.
I longed to find the birds for you, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you, I am not lying there.

I hunted with you this afternoon, the air was crisp and cool.
I quickly found the birds for you, I smiled and said “It’s Jewel.”

I followed you to the house, as you fumbled for the key.
I gently put my paw on you, I barked and said “It’s me!”

You looked so very tired as you sank into your chair.
I tried so hard to tell you that I was standing there.

It is possible for me to be so near you everyday.
To tell you with certainty, “I never went away.”

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew...
In the stillness of the evening that I was close to you.

Now the day is over...I stretch and watch you yawning
I say “goodnight, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.

And when the time is right for you to cross the great divide
I’ll rush down to greet you and we’ll be side by side.

I have so many birds to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out... then come home to hunt with me.






FarOut Fields Zeus' Prophecy JH "Zeus"
11/25/02 to 12/2/14


I will always miss you my friend. Born here and with me all your life. You knew you were my special boy. Always by my side. So many wonderful memories with you that I will never forget. Many moments that were just ours. Rest in peace. Run with Sticky & Fall after those birds.






RIP Rennie Dog


Rennie we miss you more than words can say. Harley misses you like crazy!! We hope you are happy and healthy where you are. Steven asked me after we laid you to rest "Is there really a doggy heaven?" He saw Jackie's page about over the Rainbow. Now others can see what a special friend you were to us. Rennie came into our lives Dec 2012, as a rescue from Jackie.

Rennie hadn't had an easy life. He had just turned 13. We hope that this last year was happy and he felt our love. He showed us what unconditional love was truly about. He was so kind and caring loved to play and chase me around the living room. Rennie was always waiting for us at the door and in the same room we were in and never far away when outside. He like laying out on the porch with us when we sat outside and should a lizard show up he would chase it never hurting it. In the summer when he got a bath outside we would run around the yard to dry off he loved this play time. Harley now lays on the towel that we played tug of war with. He loved his walks and we miss them now. He always had a smile for us, his eyes lite up and it was the only time he would give a small woof was when we got ready for our walks. Never would he let one of us stay behind if one of us got ready for a walk he would go nug the other to get ready. Rennie liked his humans to be together with him. He had a special way of communicating with us! Everyone in the neighborhood, Vets office and the pet store LOVED our boy.

The Vets office called the day you passed to tell us your blood results showing the signs of kidney failure shortly the girls at the front desk called us crying when they learned you left this world. We feel you did the honorable things by choosing when and how you left this world. We hope you are no longer in pain and able to chase squirrels and lizards!!

We miss you and you will never be out of our hearts. This is a picture of Rennie and Harley the day after Rennie adopted him. Look at the love and concern in his eyes. They were instant friends.
Robyn Wood Millard






AKC Ch / Int'l Ch Fly'n-Hi's Iron Will CGC, CDX, JH, NA "Sticky" - 04/11/97 to 07/02/11

We all have these awful feeling when we lose an old one. All are special to each of us and to many more. Loss of loved ones that is something we all have in common. It's never easy. For me it's easier with the old ones then with the babies. They are who I lose it over. Sticky had a great life in every way. I am sad and I do miss him, but at peace with my decision. Yes, I made the decision to let him go. We were in the front yard under the big Oak, on thick grass with Azaleas & Roses in bloom. Rodger was of course there and Charles (the vet). It was very quick and peaceful. He was in my arms laying in the grass with me whispering in his ear. Even Charles was in tears. Stick was past ready to go run free, hunt, jump and bounce.

When I came home from the Orlando shows I was shocked to see the shell of my boy standing waiting for me. There was nothing left of him and it was obvious that he was done fighting. I spent the next days mostly with him only. He did perk up when he realized I was home, but it was short lived. We tend to not see when we are with them all the time. Going away and coming home with fresh eyes can be a real rude awaking.

As you all know I am not one for trying to prevent the inevitable. I don't usually agree with the last of life being chemo or pace makers or anything else that is invasive. We tend to do these things for us - not for the loved companion. I bought him almost two years with the cancerous tumor removal. It would have been two years the 28th of this month (July 2011). That was a good decision.

You all also know I've been preparing myself and Rodger for this time for a long time. Rodger even realized it was very close to the time I would make the decision I did. He asked me to wait till after the holiday. I told him that Sticky could not wait and that he was suffering. Not an easy decision for any of us. It is the last act of love for the many, many years of love and laughter they've given to us.

For a long time Stick was showing signs. He no longer followed me around the yard. He was falling all the time but now he was not able to get up without help and he often just didn't want to bother. Even a glancing touch would put him down on the ground. He would go to the steps for the couch and bed, put his front feet on them, look at us and get off. He just couldn't do the steps any more. He only wanted in his kennel crate, the outside run or in the house. Rodger brought the gun out and Sticky didn't care. He always got major excited at seeing the gun. He no longer went out with the group even when he knew they had a squirrel. Until recently he was always the one to have the squirrel in the end. His eyes I can't explain. Let me say they showed he'd finished. For the first time in his life the whites were showing. Then he stopped eating. He would not take any food, except a couple of little pieces of lunch meat ham from Rodger. He was barely drinking. He had no interest in hot dogs or any treats. He would take what was offered most of the time and then just spit it out. The last two things in his life were food and me. He totally lost the food interest and just wasn't able to be with me on his own. I stayed with him. His gums were very white - a sign of bad circulation, shock, many bad things. He was giving up on life. It was just got to be to much for him. We were fairly sure his tumor from the liver cancer was back, he had lumps in his throat that were making breathing difficulty. The only time for a long time that he wasn't panting heavily was when he was asleep. Even then he would wake up to heavy panting. Obviously his heart was failing or something was major interfering with his circulation. I can go on with what was happening to him, but everything was not good.

My only regret was that I didn't make the decision sooner. I do believe I let him suffer longer then he should have.

Rodger is having the hardest time with this. Stick was the first dog he had ever gotten close to. I can't imagine what he's going to be like when it's Cloey's time. He considers her his dog. Sticky is all he can talk about. He goes to Stick's grave a couple times a day and talks to him. He has pulled out some old videos that we've been watching as we want to remember him when he was young and whole. Watching them one can see how bad he was in the end. We cry watching them. They are from a camera that was before digital. We would like to get them turned into digital and on a disk if we can find someone who knows how to do this. When this is done I will share with everyone. Most of you did not know him in his prime. You'll see a lot of your kids actions if their brave, handsome, smart, adventurous dad.

We laid him out and let all the other dogs check him out. They all came over to sniff him and then laid down all around the area while we buried him. They had disconnected from him a long time ago - even Cloey who was with him nearly all his life. They are being totally normal. They quickly adjusted to the crate change in set up and have not skipped a beat.

Well, there's not much more to tell at this moment, although there is a ton.

Thank you everyone for your condolences. I know you know what it's like. Some of you have recently lost ones that you loved. Some of you will soon be facing the same decision with old ones. We cry over them, we cry over ones in the past, and we cry for ourselves.






A Memorial Tribute to Taylor (rescued & loved)
April 24, 1996 - April 26, 2010
Owned the hearts of Bob and Lynda Fajans



Ms. Taylor - Adopted Rescue


We first saw you on the Brittany adoption website. You were introduced as “Tail”, adult, female, shy, attentive, gentle, and one who would be at our side at all times. You sounded too good to be true, but after numerous inquiries we knew that you were just the companion we were looking for. Were you still available? Your foster mom told us another family had adopted you earlier but had brought you back because you were so shy. Thank you! But your name, what to do about your name? “Tail” just didn’t fit. You were such a petite, great, little lady. She told me you were too old for a name change – unless it was so similar that you’d easily recognize it. I stewed and stewed. Then early one morning I woke up thinking, “Tay-lor” that’s her name - Taylor. It sounded like “Tail” and it fit perfectly because we knew you were Taylor-made for us. Taylor it had to be. Jackie wanted to try it out on you – she said you turned immediately in response – proof positive that your were Taylor-made for us.

We brought you into our family 8 years ago and you forever changed our lives. Each and every day you gave us all the love you had to give. Your quiet, gentle nature, your steadfast devotion and loyalty will forever warm our hearts. We’ll miss all the times we saw you at the front door where you watched for our car to return and then your greeting when we walked into the house. How did you know it was us in that car? We’ll miss having you follow us room-to-room during our days. How many times did I have to say, “stay” rather than have you get up just to walk to the laundry room and back again? We’ll miss your “dance” when you wanted a treat. We’ll miss having you curl up beside us on the couch and the nudge you’d give us to pet you. (Was that for your benefit – or ours?) We’ll miss your barks of joy when we celebrated our team’s touchdowns. We’ll miss your excitement and smiling face when we’d say, “let’s go to the beach”. We’ll miss seeing you play in the surf. You never quite got the hang of the swimming thing but were so proud of yourself when you got your belly wet. We’ll miss all the times you’d then run back looking for a treat for this great accomplishment. Even when you were so sick you still smiled at the word “beach” and always accepted our invitation. We couldn’t walk as far, nor as fast – but watching you enjoying yourself always made us smile.

Did you know that because of you both Maggie and Razia found homes in our extended family? You paved the way! What fun it was when Maggie came over for play days and what a joy it was to watch you two together. I really think she taught you how to play since you didn’t have much opportunity in your former kennel life. She sure does miss you! We’re quite suspicious that the special bond you two shared had a lot to do with the fact that she was also a Brittany. How do dogs know these things? And, you were finally able to hold the #1 dog position – being the senior dog and all - which both Maggie and Razia respected. We’ll all miss you at our family gatherings. Although you’d shy away when it got so confusing, we knew you’d join us again when we sat down to eat. We’ll miss the gentle taps you’d give from under the table, asking each to sneak you something off their plate – and you were very successful! (Is it possible you helped the grandchildren clean their plates?) So many memories!

Our days are empty and lonely without you. Our hearts are broken but also filled with all the joy you gave us. Because of you, one day we’ll welcome a new “best friend” into our home. Because of you, our lives are incomplete without a dog that shows us daily the meaning of “unconditional love.” Did you hear me when I whispered, “good girl, rest in peace dear friend. Your work is done?”






Yauger
( - )







Rocky
(March 1996 - June 6th, 2008)



To my dear Rocky-dog

In your 13 years of living, you shared your strong will to live.

I wished I could give you so much better, as you deserved.
Your exploits and escape attempts are legendary.
Your voice was American Idol-worthy.
The finesse with which you bounded on furniture was that of an Olympiad.
The gratitude you had for each visitor was apparent.
You were ready to drag me on the leash any time I was willing.
You rode shotgun on long drives and shared Ritz crackers.
The Ohio snow made you excel as a cross-country runner.
You would be one of the world's great explorers, with lots of beach time, if given the chance.
Your excavation of the backyard was highly motivated.
Your appetite for an azalea bush helped it flourish and bloom.
You ran through a screen door and merely sneezed.
The eyebrows, voice, and tail revealed genuine emotions.
Your silky hair and tender curls made everyone want to know your breed.
Barely a gray hair ever graced your chocolate-freckled face.
The sunny outlook you had was bursting with joy for everyone.
You meant everything to Yauger, who needed your security and leadership to become whole.
You nearly sweltered in base housing, which I wish I could go back and undo.
You lacked any freedom until we had a real house and a secure yard.
You spent way too many hours waiting for your friends to come home.
You were the Pootsie in the happiest of times, with so many endearing nicknames, your owners could not keep track.
Even when your health faded, you welcomed a belly-rub and offered a smooch.

I hope on some level you always knew, in spite of everything you had to endure --
you were so very loved.
Your spirit will always be with me.


The Loyal Order of the Pootsie
March 1996 - 6 June 2009

Teresa Crawford






Caroline
(Unknown - September 19th, 2008 - Age / Natural Causes)


Caroline was approximately 12 years old. She was with us for 7
of those years. She left in peace for a far easier and pleasant
existence. She was brave, strong and loyal beyond words. She
loved us without question and was unafraid to demonstrate that
love. We never once betrayed her trust nor her loyalty. We
returned to her all the love denied when she was abused.
So, Caroline has now begun the next journey. Losing her is
just unbelievably difficult. She'll be forever missed by all
of us that knew and loved her.






Iffy
(April 17, 1998 - September 15, 2008 - Lung Cancer)


This angel graced our home for 3 short years. Not nearly enough
time! Iffy came to us in 2005 from Far Out Fields rescue and made
our life and home complete. She was the most loving, warm and
affectionate soul we have ever had the pleasure to own. And funny,
loaded with personality. She will be dearly missed - missed
but never forgotten.

Sharon Hancock & Family


A Parting Prayer
Dear Lord, please open your gates
and call St. Francis
to come escort this beloved companion
across the Rainbow Bridge.

Assign her to a place of honor,
for she has been a faithful servant
and has always done her best to please me.

Bless the hands that send her to you,
for they are doing so in love and compassion,
freeing her from pain and suffering.

Grant me the strength not to dwell on my loss.
Help me remember the details of her life
with the love she has shown me.
And grant me the courage to honor her
by sharing those memories with others.

Let her remember me as well
and let her know that I will always love her.
And when it's my time to pass over into your paradise,
please allow her to accompany those
who will bring me home.

Thank you, Lord,
for the gift of her companionship
and for the time we've had together.

And thank you, Lord,
for granting me the strength
to give her to you now.

Amen.






Freddie
(April 15, 1999 - August 25, 2008 - Polyneuropathy)


Freddie was always afraid of thunderstorms and I used to sing a
song to her during a storm that went "Through all kinds of
weather, what if the sky should fall, just as long as we're
together, it doesn't matter at all." There is a line later on in
the song that I had put on her urn which best sums up our
relationship. "We'll be traveling along, singing a song, side
by side." Freddie was my heart dog and I miss her terribly.

Gerry Brent






Nova (Rescue)
(Unknown to 1/15/08 - Hit by a Car)


I lost a close friend who had a sixth sense
Nova always knew what we did not tell
She’s the girl who had a tale
She overcame some sights to see
Nova what happened shouldn’t be

I wanted an answer about you
Nova you were hit by a car that drove through
I hoped you were injured to help stop our cries
The call was made, and the response didn’t lie
How could it be?
Nova you’re the one we can no longer see?

It started with our watching you
And still contains our loving you
We miss you Nova...
Arlene, Jasmine, Roney, Trinity, Jaden






Scout (Sticky ex. Cloey)
(5/29/05 to 2/14/07 - Undetermined Medical Cause)







Boone (Rescue)
(01/19/06 to 11/14/07 - Hit by a Car)


We miss you so much buddy. Have fun chasing those squirrels at the Rainbow Bridge.
Love always OXOXOXOXO





In Memoriam: Fearless Fredy/Fredy
(April 16, 1990 to July 28, 2006 - Old Age / Natural Causes)


We already miss him so very much and know that even though he did not have a direct ticket to the rainbow bridge that somehow he has been able to find his way there. Because after all, he wants to have his health and vigor back and run with all the other friends at the rainbow bridge. We think that the other have already included him into that wonderful world.

We love you Fredy.

Marcy, Ralph, Marty & Maggie Mae






Jeter (Sticky ex. Bridget)
(9/9/04 to 11/22/05 - Phenomena)


Not long on earth, but long enough to touch many hearts and to be terribly missed.





Collier (Rescue)
(Unknown to 11/18/05 - Natural Causes)
Owner: John & Nancy Greenall, Campobello SC



Collier was a true and loyal friend who will never be forgotten.





Casey (Rescue)
(Unknown to 7/22/05 - Natural Causes)
Owner: Beth & Tony Bradburn, Sarasota FL




We thank God everyday that Casey came into our lives and that we had almost four years with a loving and caring spirit. She welcomed us home everyday with the largest smile you have ever seen and she would wiggle so much she'd almost fall over. Her warm and loving eyes could melt almost anyone, and she quickly learned how to "rule the house" with her "Princess" ways. Casey will be missed but not ever forgotten.





Hanna (Rescue)
(Unknown to 1/12/05 - Natural Causes)
Owner: Sandra DePascale, Melbourne FL

Hannah came to me shortly before a life changing event. I had a broken heart and Hannah knew it. She would lie next to me for hours, as close as she could get, letting me know I wasn’t alone.

Hannah was sick when I adopted her, although no one could have known at the time. She was only with me about one year. Not nearly long enough.

The angels say: When we sense your fear we hover even closer to your side. In your hours of greatest need, we stand closest. I am convinced Hannah was an angel sent to me for just awhile when I needed one the most. I miss her desperately.






Charlie (Rescue)
(Unknown to 2004 - Old Age / Natural Causes)

The "Old Man"
by Ruth Nagarya

We'll miss you dear Charlie, we want you to know
You were so special to the humans below
Older but wiser, sickly that's true
Stately and kind, the "Old Man" were you!

We see you in heaven running around
Leaping and happily covering the ground.
Joyfully you run with a gleam in your eye
Your strength all back, you feel you can fly!

Grateful to a kennel and a lady so dear
Giving food and shelter, security with no fear
A special place to lay your head at night
Secure in the knowledge that you were "all right"

God bless you dear Charlie
Run free and happy!



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