Byrd's American Pitbull Terriers
SHOW QUALITY APBT'S & AM-STAFFS
My Dearly Departed Loved Ones
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 quiver. 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......
This page is Dedicated to the memory of:
SHYLOW OF REDROCK
Our beloved Dog, Companion, and Friend. There are no words that can tell her how much she touch my life and the life of my family. Shylow is the one that started it all for me, I bought her from David Strobeck in 1997 and she was but 6 weeks old. When she came into my life I don't think anyone knew how much she would come to mean to us as this was the first ADBA Registered Pitbull I had owned. Shylow was a Red, Rednose, and was a beauty to look at and a personality to match. The day I brought her home I was trying to find a way to tell my dad we would be sharing the house with a pitbull, I was not sure what he would think of that. But true to his nature he said she could stay, but she would have to stay in a crate when I was not at home or was at work. I had just moved here after my divorce and brought with me my three sons, witch was enough for a 70 + year old man to handle. The night I got her I had to go to work and left her in the care of my Dad, when I got home that night it was about 3:00 am and I went to her crate to let her out to go potty, the crate was empty. I was trying not to wake up the house, but thought maybe she had got out. As I was looking and calling her name I hear my Dad say she's in here with me I look in the room to find her asleep in his arms, he said she had started to cry and he could not stand to see her in the crate. She was crate trained but never spent one night outside. My dad had a box on his front seat so she could ride with him, she would go anywhere with us, I think she just wanted to not be alone. Well as the years pasted we decided to Breed her 1 time and she was bred to Strobeck's Jehova Jireh, and gave birth to 10 Beautiful puppies. She was a great mom as we knew she would be and we kept the runt of the litter as my oldest had fallen in love with her. He called her NeNe. I never bred her again. I am writing this only 5 hours after her death and I am so full of memories and good time that we shared that I feel I owe her a world of thanks for always being the clown, referee when the boys fought, protector from anything that made me scream, and for always be a shoulder to lean on and a ear to listen when no one else would. I married my new husband almost 5 years ago and he was sure surprised after our first date when I asked if he would like to meet my Dog, he said sure, but when I brought her out.He fell in love with her, she felt the same about him and any man that would take on 3 boys and a woman with a love of pitbull was a keeper. Now here we sit with photos and tears of a part of our life that will not come again. So with Deep Sarrow we say GOODBY to Shylow we will miss you, and you will never be forgotten EVER.........
