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02-17-2005, 03:18 AM
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 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...

02-17-2005, 03:19 AM
Poem for Dog Lovers

Hello. I've been expecting you for quite some time.
Here, come sit beside us for awhile .
and let me tell you about this old friend of mine.
She might look tattered or maybe old
But I won't say goodbye until you've been told.
She had the brightest eyes I had ever seen,
And wore a beautiful fur coat that would out shine a queen .
She was never prissy but walked with an aire ......
And oh so polite, you could take her most anywhere.
She could run like the wind and could catch anything she chased
But she protected and sat with me when I had problems to face.
You could not find a friend nearly so dear.
Because no matter the trouble she always stayed near...
She has never asked for much from me;
Just to love and respect her and I think you'll agree .
To give her a good meal plus a nice warm bed is not much to ask ;
When she has given me all her love and to her this was no task.
Now I understand you have a schedule to keep.
But I have a small favor before she nods off to sleep.
Please fold your wings around her and let her feel young while in no pain ;
Dear Guardian Angel of Pets ,
please keep her safe and happy until I see her again.

Ginger Patton

02-17-2005, 03:20 AM
Where To Bury A Dog

There are various places within which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine, and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season the cherry strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the garden, is an excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter, and it touches sentiment more than anything else.

For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps at long and at last. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost -- if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog. One place that is best of all.

If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have, he will come to you when you call -- come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they should not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he is yours and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper pitched too fine for mere audition, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing.

The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.

by Ben Hur Lampman

02-17-2005, 03:20 AM
What do you do when a good friend dies?

What do you do when a good friend dies?
Do you lash out in anger and curse at the sky.
Or grasp hard denial, the means of the weak,
In an effort to kindle the comfort you seek.

What do you do when a good friend dies?
Once life's breath, so precious, gives the chest final rise.
In haste you take blame, no other at fault,
You kneel upturned earth and deem all happiness to halt.

What do you do when a good friend dies?
When with him the times, both good and bad, lie.
Do you cast aside the past, for memories hurt much too much,
Or struggle and fight for that last lingering touch.

What do you do when a good friend dies?
When all of the tears have all but been cried.
No matter how much, no matter how hard you try,
The only thing to do is say farewell.

02-17-2005, 03:21 AM
Poem For Cats

And God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.

Are you coming then? asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.

But don't they understand? asked God
That you'll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined. For all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is....forever and ever and ever.

Eventually they will understand,
Replied the glorious cat
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them
I just am....forever and ever and ever.

Author Unknown

02-17-2005, 03:23 AM
The Last Battle

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should 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,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to 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 you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must 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.

-- Unknown

02-17-2005, 03:26 AM
A Prayer for Animals

Hear our humble prayer,
O God,
for our friends, the animals,
especially for those who are suffering;
for any that are lost or deserted
or frightened or hungry.

We entreat for them all
Thy mercy and pity,
and for those who deal with them,
we ask a heart of compassion
and gentle hands and kindly words.

Make us, ourselves,
to be true friends to animals
and so to share
the blessings
of the merciful.

Albert Schweitzer

02-17-2005, 03:29 AM
When The Time Comes

Lord, when the time comes please help me be strong
my furry friend is sick; something's terribly wrong
The vet checked her over; there's nothing he can do
I'm afraid soon I'll be sending her; home to You

Please take her back home; on the wings of a dove
into Your loving arms; up in heaven above
Take her to a meadow; where she can play and run free
under bright sunlight; among the green grass and trees

She's been a part of my life now; for so many years
I'll miss her so much; my eyes are filling with tears
Please give me the courage; to tell her good-bye
as I know she'll watch over me; through her loving eyes

I'll never forget her; I'll see her one day
tell her we'll meet at the Bridge; then we'll go play
I'll cherish the memories; of the time we both had
they'll put a smile on my face; then I won't feel as bad

John Quealy

02-17-2005, 03:29 AM

I miss you so much; my four-legged friend
I ask myself each day; if the pain will ever end
Your loss is so hard; for one person to bear
because we were a team; an inseparable pair

You were by my side; when I got up each day
waiting so patiently; to go out and play
You were there each night; when I got home
waiting to go to the park; where you could roam

You always knew; if I was having a bad day
so you'd snuggle up close; and try to get me to play
If that didn't work; you'd put your head in my lap
then make yourself comfortable; and take a nap

One way or another you; would brighten my day
like only you could; you had a special way
You gave me a lifetime; of memories to hold
through all the years ahead; till I'm gray and old

I promise I'll see you; again one day
when we'll be together again; to go run and play
Your loss is a cross; I will just have to bear
because you and I know; we're an inseparable pair

John Quealy

02-17-2005, 03:30 AM

With heavy hearts; and a tear in our eyes
after all these years; we must say goodbye
Please understand; we've done all we could
if there was anything we could do; you know we would

I'm sitting right here; gently rub your ears
while I talk to you softly; trying to hold back the tears
The memories you gave us; we'll never forget
especially the ones; of the day we all met

One last hug; and one last kiss
you have no idea; how much you'll be missed
To look into your eyes; this one last time
you tell me it's ok; you know it's your time

Close your eyes now; and go to sleep
we'll pray to the Lord; you're soul he'll keep
Go in peace now; our good friend
we'll stay right here with you; until the end

Dream of that special day and time
when we'll meet at the Bridge; and all will be fine
We'll run and play; side by side
with a soft warm feeling; deep down inside

Your memory will live on; in each one of us
you'll always be number 1; to all of us
Have a safe journey; through the night
I promise when you awake; you'll be in God's light

So with heavy hearts; and tears in our eyes
just for now my friend; we say goodbye

John Quealy

02-17-2005, 06:59 PM
Dear Kerryclair;

Thank you for all these beautiful text. Eventhough I cried reading each one of them, there is a part of me that is conforted by these words. I have one more day with Leah, and I will cherish every last second I have with her as I cherished our time together.

Thank you again


02-20-2005, 10:28 AM
(by Aaron Davis)

Make it go away or make it better
Isn’t what love is suppose to do
Make it go away or make it better
Because I would do either one for you

This is not the way you should see me
This is not the face I recognize
Can I lay my head down here for a moment?
Would you sing to me like I am your child?
I am not angry, I am not crying
I am just in over my head
You could be the angel staying over my shoulder
Because all the other angels left

Make it go away or make it better
Because I am weakening
This is more than one should have to take
If you do this for me, I promise I will make it go away for you someday
There are reasons, silver lining
There are lessons but I don’t care
I just need a hand that I can hold on to
Because it is darker than death out there
I am so cold and so far away from home
But tonight you are where I belong
You are everything right when I am everything wrong

Make it go away or make it better
Isn’t what love is suppose to do
Make it go away or make it better
Because I would do either one for you

02-20-2005, 10:31 AM
You're still here

At the finest level of my being,
you're still with me.
We still look at each other,
at that level beyond sight.
We run and play with each other,
in a place beyond words.
We still touch each other,
on a level beyond touch.
We share time together in a place,
where time stands still.
We are still together,
on a level called love.
But I cry alone for you
in a place called reality.

02-20-2005, 10:39 AM
I have selected you

I'll lend to you a little while
A pup of mine, He said.
For you to love the while he lives,
And mourn for when he dies.

It may be six or seven years,
Or ten years, or three,
But will you, till I call him back,
Take care of him for Me?

He'll bring his charms to gladden you,
And should his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories,
As solace for your grief.

I can not promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there,
I want this pup to learn.

I've looked the wide world over,
My search for teacher true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
I have selected you.

Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call,
To take him back again?

I fancied that I heard you say,
"Dear Lord they will be done",
For all the joy this pup shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.

We'll shower him with tenderness,
And love him while we may,
And for all the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay.

And should the angels call for him,
Much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.

02-20-2005, 10:41 AM
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. It instills a feeling of pure love
you will carry with you through the many years to come.

The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later.
You will look at your longtime friend and see age where you
once saw youth. And you may feel a growing fear deep
within yourself. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, 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 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. 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 his soul seems to walk with you,
at times, during the lonely days to come. You will remember
those three significant days. The memory will 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. If you reject it,
it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you.

But there will be 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,
that 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. And it is a gift we may keep with us
as long as we live. It is a Love which is ours alone.

by Martin Scot Kosins, Author of "Maya's First Rose"

11-20-2005, 06:59 PM
I thought this was appropriate and decided to post it to all of you who have felt the greif that comes with the joys of rescue, hope you don't mind Kerry;

The Rainbow Bridge
Rescuer's Version

Unlike most days at Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as could be imagined. All of the recent arrivals had no idea what to think, as they had never experienced a day like this before.

But the animals who had been waiting for their beloved people knew exactly what was going on and started to gather at the pathway leading to The Bridge to watch.

It wasn't long before an elderly animal came into view, head hung low and tail dragging. The other animals, the ones who had been there for a while, knew what his story was right away, for they had seen this happen far too often.

He approached slowly, obviously in great emotional pain, but with no sign of injury or illness. Unlike all of the other animals waiting at The Bridge, this animal had not been restored to youth and made healthy and vigorous again. As he walked toward The Bridge, he watched all of the other animals watching him. He knew he was out of place here and the sooner he could cross over, the happier he would be.

But, alas, as he approached The Bridge, his way was barred by the appearance of an Angel who apologized, but told him that he would not be able to pass. Only those animals who were with their people could pass over Rainbow Bridge.

With no place else to turn to, the elderly animal turned towards the fields before The Bridge and saw a group of other animals like himself, also elderly and infirm. They weren't playing, but rather simply lying on the green grass, forlornly staring out at the pathway leading to The Bridge. And so, he took his place among them, watching the pathway and waiting.

One of the newest arrivals at The Bridge didn't understand what he had just witnessed and asked one of the animals that had been there for awhile to explain it to him.

"You see, that poor animal was a rescue. He was turned in to rescue just as you see him now, an older animal with his fur graying and his eyes clouding. He never made it out of rescue and passed on with only the love of his rescuer to comfort him as he left his earthly existence. Because he had no family to give his love to, he has no one to escort him across The Bridge. "

The first animal thought about this for a minute and then asked, "So what will happen now?"

As he was about to receive his answer, the clouds suddenly parted and the gloom lifted.

Approaching The Bridge could be seen a single person and among the older animals, a whole group was suddenly bathed in a golden light and they were all young and healthy again, just as they were in the prime of life.

"Watch, and see" said the second animal.

A second group of animals from those waiting came to the pathway and bowed low as the person neared. At each bowed head, the person offered a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears. The newly restored animals fell into line and followed him towards The Bridge. They all crossed The Bridge together.

"What happened?"

"That was a rescuer. The animals you saw bowing in respect were those who found new homes because of his work. They will cross when their new families arrive. Those you saw restored were those who never found homes. When a rescuer arrives, they are allowed to perform one, final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort those poor animals that they couldn't place on earth, across The Rainbow Bridge. "

"I think I like rescuers", said the first animal.

"So does GOD", was the reply.

--Author Unknown

12-01-2005, 12:09 AM
Wow. I absolutely LOVE that.
I know a person that needs to see that too.
Thanks so VERY much for sharing!

08-13-2006, 11:29 PM
"Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We've
been back to this shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since
we started all of this," the mother told the volunteer.

"What is it she keeps asking for?" the volunteer asked.

"Puppy size!" replied the mother.

"Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking for."

"I know...we have seen most of them," the mom said in frustration...

Just then Danielle came walking into the office

"Well, did you find one?" asked her mom. "No, not this time,"

Danielle said with sadness in her voice. "Can we come back on the

The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed.

"You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately,
there's always a supply," the volunteer said.

Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the
door. "Don't worry, I'll find one this weekend," she said.

Over the next few days both mom and dad had long conversations with her.

They both felt she was being too particular. "It's this
weekend or we're not looking any more," Dad finally said in frustration.

"We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size either," Mom added.

Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday
morning. By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for
the section that housed the smaller dogs.

Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at
the end of thefirst row of cages. There was an observation window so you
could see the animals during times when visitors weren't permitted.

Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take a
closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held each one.

One by one she said, "Sorry, you're not the one."

It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup.

The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully
picked up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.

"Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I
know it!" she screamed with joy. "It's the puppy size!"

"But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held
over the last few weeks," Mom said.

"No not size ---- the sighs. When I held him in my arms, he
sighed," she said.

Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is,
you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart.
The more you love, the bigger the sigh!"

The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, he did a little of both.

"Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy
come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh.
I knew I would find the right puppy if it sighed when
I held it in my arms," she said.

Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said, "Mom,
he loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!"

Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that
makes you sigh.

I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the
caress of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of cool
air on a hot day.

They are the sighs of God. Take the time to stop and don't be
surprised at what you hear. "Life is not measured by the
breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."

08-14-2006, 06:28 AM
I don't know if its the pregnancy, or its just me Kerry, but that one had me in tears, thats so touching.

05-28-2010, 09:05 PM
A Pet's Love

A companion, a pal,
A very best friend.
Someone to trust,
To love 'til the end.
Someone to trust,
When feeling blue.
Always a smile,
T'always greet you.
Always a smile,
To dry up your tears.
A person to be there,
To quiet your fears.
A person to be there,
When lonely or sad.
Loving regardless,
If hating or mad.
Loving regardless,
If caring or cruel.
No matter what,
Genius or fool.
No matter what,
They stand by you.
Who is this person,
Have you a clue?
Who is this person?
I'll tell you who.
This is your pet,
That loves through 'n through.

05-29-2010, 04:10 AM
Thats beautiful, thank you Snipe

06-17-2010, 05:57 AM
no problem, ^^,

I really love that poem, it really touch my heart and always miss my pet dog "toy"..

08-05-2010, 08:45 AM
Having a pet is one of the great joys of life. It can be very refreshing to interact with another species besides a human being. Animals seem to be a lot less complicated than humans. People find human interaction a source of anxiety can often take solace in a their cat or dog. Our pets have a unique ability to comfort us without saying a word. Somehow just being able to cuddle with them and look into their eyes is enough to make us feel better after a hard day.

04-17-2012, 08:37 AM
I became more loving and more understanding when I had my first pet.

04-18-2012, 09:03 AM
The joy you gave me is beyond comparable,
The day I have you makes me leap for joy,
The day you walked away is the day I lost my memory of you,
Goodbye puppylove!

08-12-2012, 08:40 AM
Jessie, I do so hope that this is just a poem and that you will never lose memory of your beloved pet. You will meet again, in due course. Keep those memories alive!

09-04-2012, 06:04 AM
When Human Folk at table eat,
A kitten must not mew for meat,
Or jump to grab it from the dish,
(Unless it happens to be fish).

This is one of my favorite poem with a nice rhyming.