Bianca was a beautiful, white, German Shepard and the beloved pet of my son. He got her when she was six weeks old and she was his first and only dog. She died of cancer on Good Friday, April 9, 2004. My son held her in his arms as she took her last breaths. His face, voice, and touch were her last visions, as it should be.
Bianca was eleven years old and had a wonderful life and everyone will miss her so much. Though the great sorrows of losing a beloved pet are heart-wrenching and nearly unbearable, in the end it is the joy they brought us that we remember.
Bianca, along with all of the beloved animal friends of all of us, are waiting for us at the Rainbow Bridge. It is a place they play and frolic with other animals. And one day when they see a familiar face, they light up and run to their special person and kiss them over and over again. Then the animals and their special friends cross the Rainbow bridge together, never to be separated again.
We will see you at the Rainbow Bridge, Bianca. Wait for us.
Bianca was a beautiful, white, German Shepard and the beloved pet of my son. He got her when she was six weeks old and she was his first and only dog. She died of cancer on Good Friday, April 9, 2004. My son held her in his arms as she took her last breaths. His face, voice, and touch were her last visions, as it should be.
Bianca was eleven years old and had a wonderful life and everyone will miss her so much. Though the great sorrows of losing a beloved pet are heart-wrenching and nearly unbearable, in the end it is the joy they brought us that we remember.
Bianca, along with all of the beloved animal friends of all of us, are waiting for us at the Rainbow Bridge. It is a place they play and frolic with other animals. And one day when they see a familiar face, they light up and run to their special person and kiss them over and over again. Then the animals and their special friends cross the Rainbow bridge together, never to be separated again.
We will see you at the Rainbow Bridge, Bianca. Wait for us.