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 that had been ill and old are
restored to health and to vigour.
Those who were hurt or maimed are made whodasfle
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,
someone who was left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes
when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance.
Her bright eyes are intent; her eager body begins
to quiver.
Suddenly, she breaks from the group, flying over
the green grass, 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…
In Loving Memory of Shasta
picture by Karen Baldassarre |