In memory of our dogs,
who have crossed
THE 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 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 have been ill and old are restored to health and vigour; those who were hurt or injured 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 been 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 and his body begins to quiver. Suddenly he runs 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 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
THE RAINBOW BRIDGE
Listen - can you hear your name? He's calling you my friend
Although you're slipping from me now - This is not the end -
A new life is about to start - where you'll be free from pain
Old-age - you'll shrug off like a cloak and you'll be young again
Listen - can you hear Him call? His voice is soft and low
And as you leave this earth behind remember - as you go -
I'll not forget you my dear friend though we may be apart
Your memory will remain with me - forever. in my heart
Listen - He is calling still - reaching out and so -
Take His hand and slip away it's time for you to go
So many happy times we've shared - these, sadness can't erase
For we shall be together still - tho' we've gone separate ways
I'm listening - but there's no sound - you must have heard His voice
We both knew that the time had come. We knew there was no choice
You've breathed your last, your eyes are closed but this is not the end
For life at Rainbow Bridge awaits. Rest in Peace dear friend.
stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle Autumn's rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
St Francis of Assisi
I'M STILL HERE
I stood beside your bed last night
I came to have a peek
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 toward 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 you 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
And then come home to be with me
Prayer for a sick animal
you created all things for your glory
and made us stewards of this creature.
If it is your will, restore it to health and strength.
Blessed are you, Lord God,
and holy is your name for ever and ever.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The young pup and the older dog lay on shaded sweet grass watching the reunions. Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman, sometimes a whole family would approach the Rainbow Bridge, be greeted by their loving pets and cross the Bridge together.
The young pup playfully nipped at the older one. "Look, something wonderful is happening!" The older dog stood up and barked "Quickly--get over to the path." "But that's not my owner" whined the pup, but he did as he was told.
Thousands of pets surged forward as this new figure walked along the path toward the Bridge. As the figure passed, each animal bowed his head in love and respect. The figure finally approached the Bridge and was met by a menagerie of joyous animals. Together, they all walked over the Bridge and disappeared.
The young pup was in awe. "Was that an angel?" he whispered. "No, son" the old dog replied. "That was more than an angel. That was a person who works in animal rescue."
A Letter From Your Pet In Heaven
To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say.
But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from the Bridge. Here I dwell with God above.
Here there's no more tears of sadness. Here is just eternal love.
Please do not be unhappy, just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I am with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you, when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you.
It's good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on."
God gave me a list of things that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight,
God and I are closest to you...in the middle of the night.
When you think of my life on earth and all those loving years,
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry - it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.
I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
Though if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.
There are rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
But together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too;
That as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.
If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and in pain;
Then you can say to God at night..."My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented...that my life was all worthwhile.
Knowing as I passed along, I made somebody smile.
God says: "If you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low;
Just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street with me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps, only half a step behind."
"And when it's time for you to go...from that body to be free.
Remember you're not going...you're coming here to me."
Do not cry for me though I am gone, for here on Earth my spirit lingers on.
I am the frost so crisp beneath your feet, I am the dew that shimmers in the morning heat.
Do not cry, do not be sad, but think of me each day, be glad.
When little things remind you of things I've done, laugh at the moment it has become.
Do not mourn or grieve too long, but rather feel me in the warming rays of sun.
And see me when the rainbow glows - I can touch that pot of gold you long to hold.
Be happy now that I am free and remember me when I romped in the sea.
See me in the shadows as you stroll through the trees and laugh at the memories you have of me.
Do not cry for me. I'm never gone.
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years.
He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road.It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveller asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed.There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there! Come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveller gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump."
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveller filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
"What do you call this place?" the traveller asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveller said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope.
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."