In Memory of Friends Departed

May we meet again at the Rainbow Bridge.

In Loving Memory of Moe Brodeur

We are saddened to report the passing of a GONE founder.

Picture of Moe Brodeur

Moe Brodeur
June 23, 1947 - February 11, 2024

Click the photo to see her obituary. From there, click on “Photos & Video” to play a memory of her life.

Moe was kind and generous to everyone, especially newcomers. She loved her dogs and the sport of lure coursing most of all. She and Ben worked tirelessly for GONE and would often travel out of the area to help others, even when they did not enter their own dogs. We will miss her smile, wit, and especially her help with inspection and calling the paddock at all of our future events. Our love and comfort goes out to her husband, Ben. Godspeed Moe!

In Memory of Sue Pollard

GONE lost a treasured member a short time ago, and this beautiful poem was written in her memory.

Click to read the beautiful poem written in memory of Sue Pollard

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× 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....

- Author unknown

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Here with you on the coursing field.
(In memory of Sue Pollard)

My body is gone, but I’m still here, gazing down upon the field.
It’s time to fly-and-leap, twist-and-turn, the field is ready to run.

The lure operator has climbed to his post. The judge is in her chair.
So get to the line and make good haste. The Hunt Master is about to call the race.

I’ve stood at the start, as you are now, with hound-in-hand and pounding heart. Now, it’s time to slip the lead, and set your charge free.
So, hold-your-hound hard, as the lure comes around, it’s time to start the race.

Away they go in pursuit of prey. It’s a full-on chase as they round the course. Their colors set them apart as they turn and charge for home.
The hounds stretch out in flight and finish strong with such delight. While owners dream of bragging rights.

From a bird’s eye view I watch. The release is clean, the pace is fast, the hounds are keen as they run past.
So, crack a smile, and laugh with me, as we watch our hounds run free.

Once in a while, one might need to be caught, or dragged off the bag at the end-of-a-run.
The heat was simply too much fun to come to such “abrupt-of-an-end”. That’s how I feel about my new wings.

I reflect in wonder at the speeds attained. Their amazing gait is unsurpassed as they coil and stretch across the grass.
Their double suspension allows them to fly along with me.

If you are at the field for the very first time. There is so much to learn.
So, look to members old and new, to lend-a-hand, fetch-and-hold, or walk-out a hound or two. The longevity of our beloved sport depends on you!

The bunny is caught. The race complete. The ribbons flutter in the breeze.
So, I’ll kiss your hounds soundly above. Kindly look in on mine below. Until next time we meet when the Hunt Master shouts tally-ho.

The view from up here is a magnificent sight to behold. Their velvet coats and amazing grace draw me near.
So, look for a hound with an ear “cocked-to-the-sky” as I whisper down from above.

Run safe and strong my beloved pack.
The bunny is off and the Hunt Master shouts tally-ho.

~Jody Weaver