Rainbow Bridge

RAINBOW BRIDGE

Just this side of heaven is a place called RainbowBridge. 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

Looby 1996 - 2004




see you at the bridge baby

what a wonderful and very emotional poem....

I try not to read it much as it is too sad.

Run free Jazz, Digby, Fleur, Simba and Daisy. Have a great time playing and we will all meet up one day and there will be big cuddles and kisses.

To all my babies over the Rainbow Bridge.

Memories are Golden”

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 hold 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 home again.

Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.

Author Unknown

Sox miss you girl

2001 - 2003

We never had time to say a proper goodbye.

That's a lovely poem, Wolfie

liberty

I'm all choked up now. :smt089 :smt089 Wolfie, that poem made me cry like a baby.

Carole and Wolfie, they are both very moving