Rainbow Bridge Where are Best Friends Go to Wait
Just this side of Heaven is a place called The 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 f riends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill 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 let 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 meetm 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 in the trusting eyes of your pet,
so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together ........
I Never Said GoodBye...
You died today. And I was gone,Away at work, away at play,Inside the house, upstairssomewhere.You died alone. I was not there.I never said goodbye.You lay down in your corner.And sleeping in the shade,You felt our love,Though we weren’t here.You didn’t want our griefTo spoil Your Time to leave.You slipped away into the light,Comforted by bonds of loveThat remain unbroken still,Heart to heart between us.You carried this love with you,As you chose to go alone.I never said goodbye.But, what is one goodbyeWhen set against the thousandsOf hello’s that we have shared?What is one goodbye?It is for people, this goodbye,not for dogs.Dogs don’t understand goodbye.They know a pat, a kiss, a hugAs their loved one walks away.Dogs don’t understand goodbye.What they know is your return.They know you will come back,And so they wait with patience,Napping in the sunUntil you walk back through thegate.They know you will return.Always.Yes, dogs know hello.They know the leaping bliss,The joyous bark,The happy kiss,The ecstasy of greeting.Oh yes, dogs know hello.And what is one goodbyeWhen set against the thousandsof hello’s that we have shared?No, I never said goodbye.You taught me well.I had no need.And when my time has come at lastTo follow you into the light,To meet you waiting at the Bridge,My love, my heart, my perfect dog.You will be the first that I shallseek.Yours will be the first hello.Riot(right)Skeeter I Never Said Goodbye—Anne Robinson
Beyond the Rainbow Bridge
As much as I loved the life we had and all the times we played,
I was so very tired and knew my time on earth would fade.I saw a wonderous image then of a place that's trouble-free
Where all of us can meet again to spend eternity.
I saw the most beautiful Rainbow, and on the other side
Were meadows rich and beautiful--lush and green and wide!
And running through the meadows as far as the eye could see
Were animals of every sort as healthy as could be!
My own tired, failing body was fresh and healed and new
And I wanted to go run with them, but I had something left to do.
I needed to reach out to you, to tell you I'm alright
That this place is truly wonderful, then a bright Glow pierced the night.
'Twas the Glow of many Candles shining bright and strong and bold
And I knew then that it held your love in its brilliant shades of gold.
< For although we may not be together in the way we used to be,
We are still connected by a cord no eye can see.
So whenever you need to find me, we're never far apart
If you look beyond the Rainbow and listen with your heart.
Never be sad for what is over
just be glad it once was your
Request From Rainbow BridgeWritten by Constance Jenkins, suggested by Darla Duffey
Weep not for me though I am gone into that gentle night
Grieve if you will, but not for long upon my soul's sweet flight.I am at peace, my soul's at rest, there is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed for all these many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not, the fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts, in your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath, remember not the strife.Please do not dwell upon my death, but celebrate my life.
Rainbow Bridge, The Sequel
Oh, when we get to Heaven
We hope that we will find
The Souls that once we loved,
Who left us all behind.
Some left us at the right time,They left this world in peace,Others left too sudden,
Without the chance to say Good-bye.
They were gone before we hadThe chance to even cry
There's a special place for grownups,
A special place for kids;
Me, I'll be on the other side,
The side called Rainbow Bridge.Across the dark green meadow,
Atop the hills I'll run.
Where the colors from the Rainbow
Glitter from the sun.
And there I'll find my sweetheartRunning fast toward me.
In my arms where he belongs
FOR ALL ETERNITY.
By Jean McColgan
~If It Should Be~
If it should be that I grow frail and weakAnd pain should keep me from my sleep
Then you must do what must be doneFor this, the last battle can't be won.
You will be sad - I understandDon't let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day, more than all the rest
Your love and friendship stand the test.
We've had so many happy yearsWhat is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer soWhen the time comes, please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend
Only, stay with me until the endAnd hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know, in time, you too, will see
It is a kindness you do for meAlthough my tail, its last has waved
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it should be youWho must decide this thing to doWe've been so close, through all these years
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
Suggested by Amy Butcher, Ailea Shelties
If tears could build a stairway,And memories a lane,I'd walk right up to HeavenAnd bring you home again...
A Special Letter to God
This is one of the kindest things you may ever see-
It is not known who replied, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office of the U.S. Postal Service.
Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to Heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:
Dear God,Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in Heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to Heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, "To Meredith" in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, "When A Pet Dies." Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey and Meredith and this note:
Dear Meredith,Abbey arrived safely in Heaven.
Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.
Abbey isn't sick any more. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in Heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have, I picked her especially for you.
I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
By the way, I'm easy to find. I am wherever there is love.
WATCHING OVER YOU
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 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 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 yawningand say "goodnight, 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.
Shelties do not die. They gain their wings and learn to fly."
To My Family With Love~Author Unknown~ As much as I loved the life we had and all the time we played,I was so very tired and knew my time on Earth would fade.I saw a wondrous image then of a place that's trouble freeWhere all of us can meet again to spend eternity.I saw the most beautiful rainbow, and on the other sideWere meadows rich and beautiful - lush and green and wide!And running through these meadows, as far as the eye could seeWere animals of every sort as healthy as could be!My own tired, failing body was fresh and healed and newAnd I wanted to run with them, but I had something left to do.I needed to reach out to you, to tell you I'm all right,That this place is truly wonderful, then a bright glow pierced the night.'Twas the glow of many candles shining bright and strong and boldAnd I knew then that it held your love in its brilliant shades of gold.For although we may not be together in the way we used to be,We are still connected by a cord that no eye can see.So whenever you need to find me, we're never far apartIf you look beyond the rainbow and listen with your heart,Forever beyond the rainbow, we'll always be near.Love and miss you throughout the years.
DON'T CRY FOR ME WHEN I'M GONE
Three score and ten are given to man,But ours is a much briefer span.So, though I give you all my heart,The time will come when we must part.But all around you, you will see,Creatures that speak to you of me;A tired horse, a hunted thing,A sparrow with a broken wing ...Pity - and help (I know you will)And somehow, I will be with you still;And I shall know, although I'm gone,The love I gave you lingers on.--- (Author unknown) ---
THE BEST PLACE TO BURY A DOG
"There is one best place to bury a dog."If you bury him in this spot, he willcome to you when you call - come to youover the grim, dim frontier of death,and down the well-remembered path,and to your side again.
"And though you call a dozen livingdogs to heel, they shall not growl athim, nor resent his coming,for he belongs there.
"People may scoff at you, who seeno lightest blade of grass bent by hisfootfall, who hear no whimper, peoplewho may never really have had a dog.Smile at them, for you shall knowsomething that is hidden from them,and which is well worth the knowing.
"The one best place to bury a gooddog is in the heart of his master."
--- Ben Hur Lampman ---from the Portland Oregonian Sept. 11, 1925
"Dear Little Feet"By: -Anonymous-
Those dear little feetwent pattering by,Wandering off into June'smorning sky.They crept not backto the love they left;Or climbed nevermoreinto arms bereft.
Some day I shall hearthem pattering nigh;Tiny steps a thousand timesmore sweet in the sky.I joy to thinkthat the Father's care,will hold them safe'till I greet them there!
I guess you don't really own a dog, you rent them, and you have to be thankful that you had a long lease.
I think God will have prepared everything for our perfect happiness. If it takes my dog being there [in Heaven], I believe he'll be there.
Rev. Billy Graham
Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us every day.
My little dog has gone to heaven...Where she will forever stay...and among the clouds with Angels...Maybe now she in at play...and I am sure that she is happy...in such gentle company...but shall miss her deeply daily...and I fear there shall be tears...through the coming lonely years...My little dog was always with me...in the day and through the night...and she was a constant comfort...and an endless great delight...There nevermore can be another...Though another one I choose...who will ever dance around me...with my heart upon her nose.
A Bridge Called Love
It takes us back to brighter years,to happier sunlit daysand to precious momentsthat will be with us always.And these fond recollectionsare treasured in the heartto bring us always close to thosefrom whom we had to part.
There is a bridge of memoriesfrom earth to Heaven above...It keeps our dear ones near us
It's the bridge that we call love.
"All creatures great and small, the Lord God created them all."
I explained it to St. Peter,I'd rather stay hereOutside the pearly gate.I won't be a nuisance,I won't even bark, I'll be very patient and wait,I'll be here, chewing on a celestial bone,No matter how long you may be.I'd miss you so much, if I went in alone,It wouldn't be heaven for me.
So This Is Where We Part
So this is where we part, my friend, and you'll run on, around the bend, gone from sight, but not from mind, new pleasures there you'll surely find. I will go on, I'll find the strength, life measures quality, not its length. One long embrace before you leave, share one last look, before I grieve. There are others, that much is true, but they be they, and they aren't you. And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought, will remember well all you've taught. Your place I'll hold, you will be missed, the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed. And as you journey to your final rest, take with you this, I loved you best.
LOVING LOVE If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember. The first day is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on the 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 chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter -- simply because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special placein 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 many years to come. The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later. It will be a day like any other. Routine and exceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your longtime friend and see age where you once saw youth. You will see deliberate steps where you once saw energy. And you will see sleep where 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 alone 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 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 significant days. The memory will most likely 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 ache. But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when -- along with the memory of your pet -- and piercing through the heaviness of 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 that we will always possess. Author unknown- from the internet * in memory of a special Girl named Suzy who was a best friend to one of our past puppies Charli.
Sunlight streams through window pane
unto a spot on the floor...
then I remember,
it's where you used to lie,
but now you are no more.
Fragile Circle"We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached.Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way.We cherish memory as the only certain immortality,never fully understanding the necessary plan."