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.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. Her bright eyes are intent. Her eager body quivers. Suddenly she begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, her legs carrying her 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....


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About Tipsy and Sunnie

This page is dedicated to our dogs that have shared our lives and left us. I am so grateful to these two for everything they taught me, about dogs, life and myself. It is never easy to say goodbye to a beloved friend and it is the only part of dog ownership that I find so very hard to bare.


Tipsy KC Name: Kerry Pippin

04/07/1995 - 27/12/2009

Tipsy was the toughest dog I've ever known. She was a working springer spaniel and had exuberance to spare. She was intelligent and energetic but she also had an extremely stubborn side that pushed me to the limits of sanity sometimes. However, she taught me to deal with problems by finding another way and now I love her for that. Normally she had a super temperament and was great fun to be around. She had been with us for 2 years before Hayley came along but she took to motherhood and enjoyed joining in with the Girls' games. She never had a bad word to say to them no matter what they did to her and she would share her toys with them quite happily as long as she could have them back at bedtime.

Tipsy had been off her food a bit as Christmas came. She was 14½ and hated going to the Vets. After we'd been out for a Boxing Day Meal I could see she was fading, so I sat with her through the night. She died with me stroking her and talking about all the fun we'd had in her 14 years. I take comfort in the fact that she lived every one of those days to the full and we wouldn't have had her any other way.

springing the game


One of Tipsy's last agility comp runs


Typical Tips


Sunnie KC Name: Belgarath Dark Angel At Bordertrix

21/01/2001 - 08/12/2011

Sunnie came to us when Tips was 5 years old and had the most caring nature ever. Initially Tips was in charge but these two had a love/hate relationship and as Sunnie got older she pushed the boundaries with Tips. They would have an occasional scrap which was mainly noise and Sunnie would back me up when Tips was in one of her "moods."

Sunnie gave me stunning puppies, her legacy goes on in Skye, Buddy and now little Jazz. Who'd have thought it that after all my scheming and plotting she would deliver me such fabulous puppies. I should have kept them all from her first litter but that wasn't feasible. Sunnie gave me the courage to strive on and make my dreams happen and for that I can't thank her enough.

Keeping Skye had tipped the balance in Sunnie's favour so Tips was relegated in the pecking order, not that it would stop her if she thought she'd get away with it!

Sunnie hadn't been well for a few days when things suddenly got worse for her. Right to the end all she wanted was to make me happy by fetching her ball for me but as she staggered I knew something was horribly wrong. She absolutely hated going to the Vets so I asked them to do a homevisit so I could do her one last duty and give her the dignity to be given sleep in the comfort of her own home. That was one of the hardest mornings of my life as she wanted to comfort me, knowing something had upset me and all the time I knew our time was limited.

Her passing was very peaceful and her head was in my hands as she left me. Skye took it quite hard and we comforted each other while Buddy did his usual clown act to cheer us up.

Sunnie is buried at my training field where I hope her trainability and good manners will be passed on to all the dogs who come to us.

With her first litter

Sunnie @ 3 weeks old







BUDDY - KC Name: Bordertrix Maestro


27/01/2010 - 27/09/2014


Bud 1 year old




I am devastated at the loss of my Buddy, aged just 4 years and 8 months. I thought losing Tipsy and Sunnie was hard but I feel cheated that Buddy did not get to live a complete life.

Buddy was my boy and my dog of a lifetime and until I lost him I never realised just how much I needed his company. He was my friend, my comfort, my clown, my guardian and protector. He was my first homebred boy that I kept, a Skye son with a legend for a sire and a real eye opener in both work and play, he was so beautiful.

He died of a very aggressive stomach and bowel tumour. It all happened so fast and within a couple of weeks he was gone. The Vets thought we'd have another 10 to 12 weeks before I'd have to have him put to sleep but we had only one night. He was so poorly the morning after I brought him home that I couldn't justify his suffering so had to make that most dreaded decision and took him for one last ride in the car.

The Vets had no answers, I was told just as can happen in humans, Buddy was just unlucky. This was probably the hardest part to cope with. He was always so fit and strong and loved being active, I loved to watch him move. We had just started creeping up the grades in agility and all the hours of training were paying off. Then suddenly he was gone, and all my dreams and ambitions for us, written off.

I'm hoping I never have to go through anything close to this again. So many emotions continue to haunt me and I don't think this will be something I get over anytime soon.

My only comfort is that he has left a legacy of puppies who seem to share his zest for life and affection for their owners.

I'm so proud of how much we packed into his life, as short as it was, he did live life to the full.