At some point in time our beloved pets must leave us.
It is always a sad moment in our lives when they leave.
Here is a beautiful poem that may help us get thru these painful times.
There is a bridge connecting heaven and earth
It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of it's many colors
Just this side of the
hills, valleys with lush green grass
When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this special place
There is always food and water and warm spring weather
The old and frail are young again
Those who are maimed are made whole again
They play all day with each other
There is only one thing missing
They are not with their special person who loved them on Earth
So each day they run and play until the day comes
when one suddenly stops playing and looks up !
The nose twitches !
The ears are up !
The eyes are staring !
And this one suddenly runs from the group !
You have been seen, and when you and your special friend meet,
you take him or her into your arms and embrace
your face is kissed again and again,
and you look once more into the eyes of your trusting pet
Then you cross the
Our beloved Ace has crossed the Rainbow Bridge, April 2011.
May he RIP.
AM CH. INT'L CH. White Pines Grand Slam At Dunnford
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; your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure 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 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...
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
and say "good-night, 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 across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out...then come home to be with me.
- Author Unknown
In Honor of those that rescue the lost animals in this world:
The Rescuer at
Unlike most days at the
arrivals at the Bridge did not know what to think, as they had never seen such a day.
But the animals who had been waiting longer for their beloved people to accompany
them across the Bridge knew what was happening, and they began to gather
at the pathway leading to the Bridge.
Soon an elderly dog came into view, head hung low and tail dragging. He approached
slowly, and though he showed no sign of injury or illness, he was in great
emotional pain. Unlike the animals gathered along the pathway, he had
not been restored to youth and vigor upon arriving at the Bridge. He felt out
of place, and wanted only to cross over and find happiness. But as he
approached the Bridge, his way was barred by an angel, who apologized
and explained that the tired and broken-spirited old dog
could not cross over. Only those animals accompanied by their people were allowed
to cross the Bridge. Having nobody, and with nowhere else to turn, the dog trudged
into the field in front of the Bridge. There he found others like himself, elderly
or infirm, sad and discouraged. Unlike the other animals waiting to cross the Bridge,
these animals were not running or playing. They simply were lying in the grass,
staring forlornly at the pathway across the
place among them, watching the pathway and waiting, yet not knowing for what
he was waiting. One of the newer dogs at the Bridge asked a cat who had been
there longer to explain what was happening. The cat replied,
"Those poor animals were abandoned, turned away, or left at rescue places,
but never found a home on earth. They all passed on with only the love of a
rescuer to comfort them. Because they had no people to love them, they
have nobody to escort them across the
"So what will happen to those animals?” Before the cat could answer, the
clouds began to part and the cold turned to bright sunshine. The cat replied,
"Watch, and you will see.”
In the distance was a single person, and as he approached the Bridge the old,
infirm, and sad animals in the field were bathed in a golden light. They were
at once made young and healthy, and stood to see what their fate would be.
The animals who had previously gathered at the pathway bowed their
heads as the person approached. At each bowed head, the person offered a
scratch or hug. One by one, the now youthful and healthy animals from
the field fell into line behind the person.
Together, they walked across the
unquestioned love. The dog asked the cat, "What just happened?”
The cat responded, "That was a rescuer. The animals gathered along the
pathway bowing in respect were those who had found their forever homes because
of rescuers. They will cross over when their people arrive at the Bridge.
The arrival here of a rescuer is a great and solemn event, and as a tribute
they are permitted to perform one final act of rescue. They are
allowed to escort all those poor animals they couldn't place on earth across
"I like rescuers.” The cat smiled and replied,
"So does heaven, my friend. So does heaven."