About the Rainbow bridge memory:
Deb Barnes founded Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day (RBRD) in 2015 as a special day for pet guardians to honor the memory of those beloved pets in their life that they have loved and lost, but never forgotten, whether skins, fins, feathers, scales or something else. It is celebrated every year on August 28, in honor of the day, he had to say goodbye to his precious rag cat, Mr. Jazz, the author of the Measure of Impressions of the heart: the history of life, death and beyond the cat.
The first to make his way on the bridge was my beautiful Bobo Angel. He had found Bobo at the end of 1989 during a snowstorm in Ohio. He was approximately 6 months at that time. I was lucky to have it in my life for 18 years. Bobo was really my cat. I hated other cats, he was not a dog fan (Except for a Sheltie who lived near us in Ohio, which Sheltie was called Kelly and used to eat grass together when Bobo would go over her belt.).

Bobo was the first kitten that had shared my life. We had a link that I thought would never be as intense as it was, until:
My Cody

My Cody, my Codester, my beautiful love mistake, my hug mistake, my shadow, my heart, my soul. My “Velcro Kitty”. When Cody was adopted in July 2007 (Two weeks after my fool passed), Never, I never thought I would have a link like that again. My Cody, the day I adopted it, crawled by my chest to Petco and did not release it. From that day to his tragic and unexpected death in 2020, I didn’t let go. My Lover Hug Insect, Lover of the Gatera grass, Sheltie lover, I just wanted to be loved from the moment we looked at each other.
Cody was the reason why this blog began. He was my “co -pilot”, my partner. Our blog began in October 2009 and to honor its memory, while the name of the blog has changed, the link will never do it.
Cody gave me more happiness, love and yes, heartbreak of what I could imagine. My beautiful boy, I miss you beyond words.

He used to love when Cody played with certain Kittenhood On toys, he would make a deadly jump while playing. It was the cutest of all. Cody was a “people’s cat.” Anyone who entered our house, in his mind, was his friend.
I spent every night in the sofa’s armrest next to my side while watching television. To this day, that armrest remains empty.
When I was not sitting with, or following me, or playing with his brother, Cody loved nothing but spending time in his precious cat tree.
I will always be grateful for Cody’s cat tree, as well as the personalized urn, where Cody is at rest. Eternity goes through its favorite place in the world, its Cat tree
My Dakota, my first Sheltie
You believe it or not, when Dakota joined our family in October 2007, while he loved him, he had really formed the deep bond we had.
Papi was the one who used to take Dakota to the veterinarian and the preparation, so he joined him before me. While he was crazy about Dakota, our deep link probably began when he was about two years old. From that moment on, Dakota and I were deeply united. So much so that he had a strange feeling of understanding my emotions, coming to me to give me kisses when I cry. He was my kitchen friend; He looked at me like a Babygate hawk every time I cooked, and said everything he was doing.
Dakota was stoic, fun, thick, peculiar, handsome, loving, loyal and everything I could have expected from my first Sheltie. Dakota was the fulfillment of a dream for life of being a mother of a Sheltie. I couldn’t have asked for a better dog.
He worshiped his dad and his mother, popcorn, apples, chicken, hamburgers and his beloved red, white and blue ball.
He didn’t like other dogs, he wasn’t a fan of so many people, but he was fiercely loyal to his dad, mom and his brother, Cody. Dakota loved everything he had, even in his last moments. I am grateful for every moment I had with this special boy and I miss him terribly.
Dakota and Cody worshiped. Many of those who wrote me comfort notes when they died, with only 9 days apart, felt that they were planning to leave together. It doesn’t surprise me. When Cody passed first, Dakota was lost. I was still looking for Cody everywhere, it was the most heartbreaking to witness. Dakota had already been diagnosed with cancer (Hemangiosarcoma), And when Cody left us, it was as if Dakota lost his will to live. He wanted to be with his dad and his mother, but terribly missed his brother.
The photo below was the last photo of the boys taken together; It was taken very close when they passed. I am grateful to have it. Cody and Dakota brought their dad and mom more joy and silly and loving moments we could have imagined.
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This is the sweatshirt on the cabin floor
Where Cody finally passed.
He chose to lie next.
This sweatshirt had been missing for years.
Until Cody died in him.
“Coincidence? I think no.”
To each and every one of you who have lost the dear babies,
Please – Remember:
“We all shine, like the moon and the stars and the sun” -John Lennon
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Thank you, my beautiful pets, for your unconditional love, for the happy times and memories that will live with me forever. Thank you, my beloved Cody, for this blog and everything I experienced because you were the first to make it possible. Love forever to all of you, always, your mother.
I did not intend that this publication was so long, and I thank you for taking the time to read it. I would also like to thank Deb Barnes for creating this wonderful event. I send my love to each and every one of you and I hope to read your stories and see your photos of those “who came before.” That we all derive some comfort from these publications.