Rainbow Bridge

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.

Writer unknown…



‘Blizz’ Bizzy Blizzard of Clan Miphydes

29 May 2007 – 30 June 2022

Blizz lived a long and happy life with me and the animals. She learned me a lot, being my first own dog, we did do a lot of firsts together. Making loosing her extra hard but she lived a bit over 15 years and it was time to say goodbye, to prevent her from suffering.

She will be forever in a special place in my heart.

Her own page Blizz

‘Wylie’ High Plains Long Rd To Drover

18 May 2016 – 21 April 2019

Wylie died suddenly from an aneurysm. We were in America for a breeding and some training and he collapsed during training. We rushed him to the vet but he died in the car. He left a huge hole behind.

His own page Wylie


‘Arthur’  Drovers Road Rodeo Bull

9 May 2014 – 2 April 2019

Arthur came back to me at the age of 3. His owner had difficulties with him. I took him back and worked 2 years with him to try to get his behaviour better. But he had too much stress and his life wasn’t dog worthy. So I decided that it was friendlier to let him go. Saying goodbye to your first own bred dog is hard. And for this reason didn’t made it easier.


“Cato”   Cato fan it Drentse Hiem

29 March 1998 – 16 March 2010

Youri fan it Drentse Hiem x Tessa fan it Drentse Hiem

Cato had on Saturday morning March 13th some kind of stroke or brain damage.
After going to the vet several times it seemed to get better, but since Monday morning it went only worse.
She didn’t want to live anymore. She didn’t move. The last 4 days she hardly moved or walked.
She was put down in our house and she has been cremated.
Cato was our family pet. We knew she had some cancerous lumps but we didn’t expect to loose her so quickly.




8 May 2017 – 19 September 2019
Birdie was a very lovely sweet tortie cat. She was found with her brothers and sisters dumped in the woods. She actually came too early in my life but I couldn’t resist her. She died because she was hit by a car.
She and Wylie were best friends, so the only soothing thought is that they are together again.



17 January 1996 – 22 March 2016
Sluip was a special cat. She was my first pet. I found her when playing with friends when I was 8. We lived in Africa back then. I took Sluip home with me. Sluip moved 3 times with us and reached 20 years of age! She was a very tortie like cat. Very strong minded!


22 September 1996 – 5 December 2011

We had to put Punker down because of cancer. Sadly the cancer had gotten too bad. But she still wanted to fight but the fight wasn’t fair. Punker was the daughter of Sluip and born in our house.


Gijs was a neutered male cat. He lived only 3 days with us. He came to live his last years with us, but when he came, he was sick. On an evening he wanted to go out, and never returned. He probably find a nice place to die.