In memory of the pets who have shared our lives, brought us so much joy, broken our hearts with their passing,
and left us with cherished memories . . .
"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."
(from "Separate Lifetimes" by Irving Townsend)
High on whispered wings I fly
a radiant glow, I light the sky.
Toward the sun I soar so free,
a brilliant rainbow follows me.
I pulsate through your very soul
and in my paws your heart I hold.
The day will come when you'll fly too,
I'll be here then to welcome you.
Until the time we meet again
I won't journey far my friend.
For in your love I live so free,
a brilliant rainbow guiding me.
-- Terri Onorato
|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 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 begins to quiver. 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 . . . -- Anon. --|
A ship sails and I stand watching
till she fades on the horizon,
and someone at my side says,
"She is gone." Gone where?
Gone from my sight, that is all.
She is just as large as when I saw her...
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
"She is gone," there are others who are watching her coming,
and other voices take up a glad shout,"Here she comes!"
-- Bishop Brent
"We would say to the Ontario man that there are various places in which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a retriever, whose coat glistened in the sunshine, and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This dog 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 is an excellent place to bury a dog. Beneath such trees and shrubs he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted his head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places in life or in death.
Yet it is a small matter, for if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps. 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 lane where most exhilarating cattle grazed, is all one to the dog, and all one to you -- and nothing is gained, nothing is lost -- if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog.
If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you call -- come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death and down this well-remembered path and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel, they shall not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he belongs there. People may scoff at you who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper, people who never really had a dog. Smile at them, 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."
--Editorial from the Ontario Argus--
|"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
I was close to you at breakfast
I was with you at the shops today
I was with you at my grave today
I walked with you toward the house
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
You sat there very quietly
The day is over...
And when the time is right
I have so many things to show you
-- Author Unknown
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