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....
Rainbow Bridge
Lisa Barth
Nov. 27, 2011

It is with a heavy heart and eyes brimming that I send this email.

At 3:55 am this morning, Nov. 27, 2011, my life mate, best friend, wife of 26 years, ended her battle with diabetes and crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
She is 55 years old we've been together, off and on since she was 20
Her battle with the diabetes has been fierce and she fought bravely to the end.

She requested no services, no flowers, no tears and I'll do my best to honor her wishes.

She would be happy if you made a donation in her name to The Amazing Greys, 246 W. Whitter Ave., Tracy, Ca. 95376

Al and little Molly Barth
Nov. 23, 2000 to April 19, 2011
By Michael Martinez

Our beautiful Greyhound Meli was a part of our lives for only 18 months, but it felt as if we’d owned her all our lives. That’s how easily she adapted to our home and our lifestyle, which included three Dachshunds, one cat and two very busy adults.

  But Meli, nine years old at the time we brought her home, blended in
seamlessly. She claimed the couch, the bed, the backyard and anything else that was available to her. Now that she’s gone – the victim of tumors in her chest that took her in a matter of weeks – we can’t think of any part of our home or our lives that she didn’t touch.

  How did Meli come to be a part of our family? She needed a home because her family had lost theirs in the foreclosure mess. My wife Nancy and I had been thinking of adopting a Greyhound, and the circumstances that brought Meli to us were almost karmic: Through my wife’s friend in Arizona, we learned that an older female fawn Greyhound needed a home desperately, and as soon as we saw a picture of her, we knew she would be the perfect addition.

  Susan Aceves of Amazing Greys Retired Racers served as the go-between. She was prepared to pick up Meli and several other Greyhounds at a midway point between Phoenix and Tracy, Calif., where she lives, but Nancy and I couldn’t wait. We were desperate to bring Meli to her new home as quickly as possible, and because Susan was not planning to drive to Barstow for a few more weeks to pick up the dogs, Nancy volunteered.

  It was an adventure, in part because Nancy had never transported a group of Greyhounds before. But somehow she did it, driving four Greys in a rented SUV from Barstow to Tracy, and then bringing Meli to her new home. Meli must have known she was special; at one point during the trip, she squeezed into the front seat next to Nancy and stayed there the remainder of the drive.

  To say she was a wonderful friend and companion isn’t enough. She was perfectly socialized and loved to meet people and dogs, wagging her tail helicopter style every time she encountered a new friend. She was so anchored to our home, which sits at the end of a small cul-de-sac, that I could open the front door every time my sister-in-law Mimi drove up, and Meli would excitedly hop down the walkway to greet her.

  Now that she’s gone, we miss her terribly and think about her often. Because Meli taught us how wonderful Greys can be as pets, we adopted a two-year-old, Gracie, whom Susan asked us to foster last summer. We’re horrible foster parents; when Susan told us she had a couple of families interested in Gracie, we told her absolutely not. She was staying with us.

I guess we’ve become Greyhound people (and yes, Dachshund people, too) – all because of Meli. Susan has become a dear friend, and whenever I have a question about Greyhound behavior or medical issues, Susan is the first person I call.

  Most of all, we appreciate Susan for helping us adopt Meli. Eighteen months wasn’t nearly enough time to enjoy her beauty and loving personality, but we know that she’ll be a part of our family forever.
Born on October 25, 2000
Adopted into the Boyd Place Family on July 15, 2002
Laid to rest on February 8, 2011

Our beloved Casey crossed over the rainbow bridge into heaven on Tuesday after being diagnosed with bone cancer.
He was a sweet, gentle, loving dog and we will miss him greatly.
“He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog.  You are his life, his love, his leader.
He will be yours, faithful and true to the last beat of his heart.
You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion”
Author unknown

Don, Laurel & Beckham

Technically I guess Monroe was a rescue. But that's not the way either of us saw it. He rescued me. Even though I was only visiting Susan with no plan of adoption, Monroe was in the front window watching (waiting?) for my arrival. He immediately bonded with me and my rather aloof greyhound Roosevelt. I'd never seen Roosevelt bond with another dog and quickly decided to add Monroe to our family. Weeks later when Roosevelt was diagnosed with cancer, Monroe was my rock and my salvation. It was almost as if Roosevelt picked his successor. During Roosevelts's cancer, Monroe never left my side and provided all the support needed to get through it. All his life, he sensed my every mood
and was able to make life better. In Monroe's last week, as he was fighting cancer yet unknown to us, he would wake me every morning with a smooch. Very odd, as he was not a dog that gave kisses. I'm sure he was telling me it was OK. Last week he suffered a serious bone fracture as a result of a tumor, and the best option for his happiness was to release him over the bridge.

Monroe will always be in our hearts and thoughts, occupying the most special of places.
With every bit of love for his wonderful spirit,
Eric, Steve, McKinley, Simone, and Audrey.
Maci Grey
March 15 2000 to January 03 2011

It is with great sadness that I make this post, but, our first Greyt girl, Maci Grey, nee: Maybelle, born; Looks Great on 15 Mar 2000 lost her race with liver cancer but won her last race today as she raced over that Rainbow Bridge.

She was our first grey and we enjoyed 8 great
sharing years with the beautiful girl and she will live in our hearts forever.

God and all her wonderful friends will welcome her with open hearts and wagging tails to run free until we meet again ........

Al and Lisa and sweet little Molly Barth
Fall 1999 to January 04 2011

When our boys were young, we decided it was time to get them a dog. Of course my wife couldn’t get them just any dog—she had to research, and study, and figure out what would be the right dog for our family and lifestyle.

It was a difficult search; one breed would be lonely in our two-income home, another needed too much attention and exercise, a third wasn’t
great around young children. And then one day she saw an article in the paper about a greyhound rescue group—Amazing Greys. When she researched greyhounds and saw descriptions like “similar to a large cat” (my wife had grown up a cat person) it caught her interest. But when she saw “short bursts of energy followed by long periods of inactivity” that was the clincher—it sounded like one of us!

Misty entered our lives in the fall of 1999. Still used to her life on the track, she came to us a little lethargic and timid. She would retreat to her crate at the smallest provocation, and needed to be taught to climb our stairs. But before long she had created her own little track in our backyard, which she would race around with reckless abandon when let out—for a minute or two—before collapsing back on her bed for a well earned rest.

My oldest son overcame his fear of dogs thanks to Misty. My wife has fond memories of taking the dog for walks, and the talks she shared with our sons, when they were young boys. We all remember the time we took her along to a friend’s barbecue, not realizing that they kept a pet rabbit in a cage in their back yard—Misty had no idea what to make of that, and never went more than ten feet away from the cage!

We also remember the time she was sleeping in front of the TV when a greyhound race actually came on the screen…the announcer’s call of “Heeeeeeeeere’s Sparky!” and the distinctive metal on metal scraping sound made by the mechanical rabbit had Misty wide awake and ready to resume her professional career—although an online review of her less than stellar record showed that she had tended to be “wide on the turns” and never came in higher than fifth in the eight races she ran…but the track’s loss was our gain.

Now both of our boys have gone off to college. Misty stopped running around the back yard a while ago, although she could still pull off a brief sprint when our local tree squirrel was trying to raid the bird feeder or taunted her from the back fence. She stopped sleeping in our bedroom about a month ago, when those stairs that my wife taught her to climb became a bit too much to handle.

On January 4, when both our boys were home and my parents were visiting, Misty said her final goodbyes and passed away quietly at home. We still look for her when we come home from work or an errand, we still think of her when we go by the dog food section in the store, and I still find myself checking the back door to see if she wants to come in…but then I realize that she’s young again, happily chasing rabbits and squirrels, and she’ll never have to worry about being “wide on the turns” again. We’ll miss her.
September 11th 2010

Sombra went to the bridge yesterday (9/11) after just short of 16 years. The little kick ass girl who kept all the greyhounds and the pit bull in line let me know her time had come and we did the right thing. Never easy but manditory none the less. Eleanor, Brutt, Chula, Woody, Peaches, Freckles, Babs, Sasha, Wheezle and so many others who have lived here have a new member of their elite pack. Thanks everyone for your love and support.
October 2, 2001 to June 19, 2010

Well, some days just don't go the way you think.

We started off by loading up the boys in the car to head to a garage sale. Jefferson slipped getting into the car and hurt himself. He was crying and would not move - so we raced to the emergency room. X-rays indicated a nasty spiral fracture in his shoulder, and they made arrangements for us to head to a special surgery center in San Mateo. We arrived with a heavily medicated Jefferson (he was stoned), and we
were told the bones were weakened from cancer and there was no way to make him comfortable, so we had to say goodbye.

All of us will miss his huge heart and loving spirit.

I hope Roosevelt, Endora, Belle, and everyone on the other side of the rainbow bridge take good care of him.

Jefferson, aka Rod, aka U R Handy Man (track name).

October 2, 2001 to June 19, 2010

We'll miss you!

Eric, Steve, Monroe, McKinley, Audrey, and baby Simone

Michael Benedict Miller
June 5, 1970 to March 1, 2010

Michael Benedict Miller, born June 5, 1970, in Redwood City, passed away after a year-long battle with melanoma March 1, 2010, in Manteca. 

Mike lived in the Bay Area town of San Carlos for 32 years where he attended elementary and middle school. He was active in the San Carlos Boys Chorus for 6 years, played soccer and had a route as a paper boy. He attended Menlo School in Menlo Park, a decision he regarded as one of the most important in his life. He enrolled in Purdue University in West Lafayette, Indiana, where he graduated in 1992 with a degree in Political Science. While at Purdue, he took flying lessons and acquired his private and commercial licenses, his instrument and instructor ratings. When Mike returned to California, he went to work for Wells Fargo Bank for 4 years in Redwood City then one year in the risk management department in San Francisco.  Having a passion for the law, he decided to spend his next three years at Santa Clara Law School where he received his JD.  He was sworn into the Bar December 13, 2000.

Mike moved to Manteca to live and work  as a law clerk for 6 ½  years  for the Honorable Judge Thomas Holman in the Federal Bankruptcy Court for the Eastern District of California in Modesto and Sacramento. In 2008, he accepted a position in San Francisco as staff attorney for Customs and Border Protection, a department of Homeland Security. Michael was a member of the ABA in both California and Washington D. C. He was a member of AOPA, the Menlo High School Alumni Association class of 1988, and the Purdue University Alumni Association.  He looked forward to the Reno Air Races with friends each year and to the annual trip with friends to the Wine Country. He was an avid reader, enjoyed fine food and wine, golf, skiing, technology and the outdoors. He liked to travel and always, he loved to fly.  His love of family, friends and adopted greyhound, Cinder, however, were most important in his life.

Michael is survived by his parents, Richard (Duke) and Janine Miller; his sister Shannon (Greg) Hall; niece, Hailey (5), nephew, Dylan (3); numerous aunts, uncles, cousins and friends throughout the country.      
Cancer has taken his life but not his mind, his heart nor his soul.  Those he lay in the hands of God. family and friends are invited to a memorial service and reception at Skylawn Memorial Park in San Mateo, California, Saturday, March 13, at 1 p.m. Donations may be made in Mike’s name to the Menlo School Alumni Assn, class of ‘88 or to the Helen Diller Family Comprehensive Cancer Center at 1600 Divisadero  Street in San  Francisco.
Eleanor "Ellie"
(AKA "Poco Betty")

January 10, 1997 to May 25, 2009
(PF Bruttipato)

February 10th, 2001 - July 11th 2009

4/21/2000 to 11/14/2008
Pretty Lady
(AKA Lady)

May 26, 1996 to January 7, 2010

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