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 in 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 again to be parted. 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...
A Dog's Prayer
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest...and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
by: Beth Norman Harris
Now I Must Go
Send me to the Bridge I pray, When I no
longer run and play.
When my limbs can't bear my weight, And dignity is stripped by fate.
Look into my eyes, you'll find, I will
let you know, it's time.
You must help me from this edge, Now it's time, I make this pledge.
I leave you for the Bridge today, Anew, I
run, I bark, I play.
We shared a life of many things, And to your heart my leaving brings,
The pain of loss, I feel it too, But
Master, know, this I must do.
I must leave first, to make the way, For you to follow me someday.
Beyond the sunset, where all pain ends,
We'll meet again, the best of friends.
Just as I snuggled in your heart, You're in mine too, we aren't apart.
I watch you from afar and pray, It's time
to heal, heal some each day.
Please dry those tears and smile for me, And know at last, that I am free.
There is no pain or suffering here, The
sun shines brightly everywhere.
There isn't even one cross look, It's not allowed here in His book.
No clouds of gray will gather here, No
storms will ever threaten.
We are at peace here, And the Bridge is Heaven!
By: Barbara J. Miller
God Bless Our Pets
They say memories are golden,
Well, maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.
In life, I loved you dearly.
In death, I love you still.
In my heart you had a place
No one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway
And heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
And bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken.
And nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.
A Dog Lovers Poem
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear.
'It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, you're arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wished I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today you tend it with such care
I want to reassure you that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house as you fumbled for your key,
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said 'It's me.'
You looked so very tired and then you sank into a chair,
I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be so near you everyday
To say to you with certainty , 'I never went away.'
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew
That in that in the stillness of that evening I was very close to you.
The day is over ... I smile and watch you yawning
and say , 'Goodnight, sweet dreams, God bless,
I'll see you in the morning.'
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide
I'll rush to greet you and we'll stand together side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there's much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out
Then come home and be with me. "
If I Should Grow Frail
If it should be that I grow frail and weak,
And pain does keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
for this, the last battle, can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand.
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
What is to come, will hold no fears.
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end.
And hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree,
It is a kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail it's last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must now be you
Who has to decide this thing to do.
We've been so close - we two -these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
Our Beloved Pet
Theres something missing in our home,
We feel it day and night,
We know it will take time and strength,
Before things feel quite right.
But just for now, we need to mourn,
Our hearts - they need to mend.
Though some may say "its just a pet",
We know weve lost a friend.
Youve brought such laughter to our home,
And richness to our days...
A constant friend through joy or loss,
With gentle loving ways.
Companion, pal, and confidante,
A friend we wont forget.
Youll live for always in our hearts,
Our sweet forever pet.
A Living Love
If you ever love an animal, there are
three days in your life
you will always remember....
The first is a day, blessed with
happiness, when you bring home your young new friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on
a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in
finding a breeder. Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that
silly looking mutt in a shelter---simple because something in its eyes reached your heart.
But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special place
in your hall or front room---and when you feel it brush against you for the first
time---it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many years
The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later. It will be a day like any other. Routine and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your longtime friend and see age where you once saw youth. You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw energy. And you will see sleep when you once saw activity. So you will begin to adjust your friend's diet---and you may add a pill or two to her food. And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally arrives.
And on this day---if your friend and God have not decided for you, then you will be faced with making a decision of your own--on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you--you will feel as long as a single star in the dark night.
If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as they must. And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you.
But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul---a bit smaller in size than your own--seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days to come.
And at moments when you least expect anything out of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against your leg---very very lightly.
And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lay---you will remember those three significant days. The memory will most likely to be painful, and leave an ache in your heart--As time passes the ache will come and go as if it has a life of its own. You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you. If you reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either way, it will still be an ache.
But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when---along with the memory of your pet---and piercing through the heaviness in your heart---there will come a realization that belongs only to you. It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we have loved, and lost. This realization takes the form of a Living Love---like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this Love will remain and grow--and be there for us to remember. It is a love we have earned. It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live. It is a Love which is ours alone. And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our Beloved Pets--it is a Love we will always possess.
by: Martin Scot Kosins
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