AIREDALES ON PARADE/SPOTLIGHT ON RESCUE - BUTTERCUP

BUTTERCUP BLOOMS
IN COLORADO
JANUARY 2008 TO PRESENT

Lisa Davidson & Mary Gade with Buttercup

Priscilla Lundblad, of Colorado, writes:

Buttercup is the name her former owners
lovingly gave to her when she was just a puppy.

A year ago, Buttercup's mom passed away; her dad kept her with him until January 2008, when he surrendered her to ATRA (AIREDALE TERRIER RESCUE & ADOPTION) because he was moving to England to be closer to his children.
He was 85 at the time.

Buttercup is a "young" ten years old.
She loves to play and is active for her age.

Because she was the center of her mom & dad's world for so many years, she wants to get all the attention. And because she came from a relatively quiet home, she does not like noise & confusion.

As she was especially close to her mom, an ideal home for her would be with an older woman who lives alone without any other animals and enjoys a quiet life.

She has been in a kennel since January 2008, and we are desperate to find her the right home. It is so upsetting to us that she came from such a caring home where she slept on her owner's bed at night . . . and now she sleeps in her little bed on a kennel floor.

Lisa Davidson is the caregiver for Buttercup at the kennel that she has been in for way too long. Lisa has taken a special interest in Buttercup and the two have become close. She is Buttercup's only connection to the love and caring she remembers from the home she once had with a loving mom & dad.

Buttercup crossed the Rainbow Bridge
on 3 July 2009.
Priscilla writes:
Buttercup blossomed in the care of her foster dad during the past year. She romped with other dogs at the doggie park almost every day; she went for frequent walks around a lake and she enjoyed playing with her Airedale foster sister. It was a good life and she deserved every minute of it! Sadly, she suddenly became seriously ill last week and we had to make the decision to let her go. With her foster dad beside her, she passed on peacefully into the arms of the mom she had loved so much and lost two years ago.

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, someone who was 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 begins to quiver. Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, 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 those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together . . .
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