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Just this side
of Heaven, is a place called Rainbow Bridge... |
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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 and 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 miss someone very special to them; who had
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together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the
distance. The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers. Suddenly
he begins to break away 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 |
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| The House Dog's Grave I've changed my ways a little; I cannot now Run with you in the evenings along the shore, Except in a kind of dream; and you, If you dream a moment, You see me there. So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door Where I used to scratch to go out or in, And you’d soon open; leave on the kitchen floor The marks of my drinking-pan. I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do On the warm stone, Nor at the foot of your bed; no, All the nights through I lie alone. But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet Outside your window where firelight so often plays, And where you sit to read, And I fear often grieving for me, Every night your lamplight lies on my place. You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard To think of you ever dying. A little dog would get tired, living so long. I hope that when you are lying Under the ground like me your lives will appear As good and joyful as mine. No, dears, that’s too much hope: You are not so well cared for as I have been. And never have known the passionate undivided Fidelities that I knew. Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided… But to me you were true. You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend. I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures To the end and far past the end. If this is my end, I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours. --Robinson Jeffers |
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| Rainbow Bridge By the edge of a wood at the foot of a hill Is a lush green meadow, where time stands still Where the friends of man and woman do run When their time on earth is over and done For here between this world and the next Is a place where each beloved creature finds rest On this golden land they wait and play Till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day No more do they suffer in pain or in sadness For here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness Their limbs are restored, their health renewed Their bodies have healed with strength imbued They romp through the grass without even a care Until one day they stop and sniff the air All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back Then all of a sudden one breaks from the pack For just at that instant their eyes have met Together again, both person and pet So they run to each other, these friends from long past The time of their parting is over at last The sadness they felt while they were apart Has turned into joy once more in each heart They embrace with a love that will last forever And then side by side they cross over together --author unknown |
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| I Loved You Best 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, There are others, that much is true, Your place I’ll hold, you will be missed, |
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| Little Dog Angel High up in the courts of heaven today A little dog angel waits. With the other angels he will not play, But he sits alone at the gates. "For I know my mistress will come, says he. "And when she comes she will call for me." He sees the spirits that pass him by As they hasten towards the throne. And he watches them with a wistful eye As he sits by the gates alone. "But I know that if I wait patiently, some day my mistress will come," says he. And his mistress far on the earth below As she sits in her easy chair Forgets, and sometimes whistles low For the dog that is not there. And the little dog angel pricks up his ears And dreams that his mistress's voice he hears. And I know when at length his mistress waits Outside in the dark and cold For the hands of death to open the gates That lead to the courts of gold. The little dog angel's eager bark Will comfort her soul in the shivering dark. --Keith Pennington |
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| Old Dogs Do Not Die We have a secret, you and I, That no-one else shall know. For who but I shall see you lie, Each night in fireglow? And who but I can reach my hand Before we go to bed, And feel the living warmth of you And touch your silken head? And only I walk woodland paths, And see, ahead of me, Your small form racing with the wind, So young again, and free. And only I can see you swim In every brook I pass. And when I call, no-one but I Can see the bending grass. --author unknown |
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| The Legacy When humans die, they make a will To leave their homes and all they have To those they love. I, too, would make a will if I could write. To some poor wistful, lonely stray I leave my happy home. My dish, my cosy bed, my cushioned chair, my toy. The well loved lap, the gentle stroking hand, The loving voice. The place I made in someone's heart. The love that at last could help me to A peaceful, painless end, Held in loving arms. If I should die, Oh do not say, "No more a pet I'll have, To grieve me by it's loss" Seek out some lonely, unloved dog And give my place to him. This is the legacy I leave behind - Tis all I have to give. --author unknown |
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| Goodbye 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 |
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| If I Could Talk You're giving me a special gift, So sorrowfully endowed, And through these last few cherished days, Your courage makes me proud. But really, love is knowing When your best friend is in pain, And understanding earthly acts Will only be in vain. So looking deep into your eyes, Beyond, into your soul, I see in you the magic, that will Once more make me whole. The strength that you possess, Is why I look to you today, To do this thing that must be done, For it's the only way. That strength is why I've followed you, And chose you as my friend, And why I've loved you all these years... My partner 'til the end. Please, understand just what this gift, You're giving, means to me, It gives me back the strength I've lost, And all my dignity. You take a stand on my behalf, For that is what friends do. And know that what you do is right, For I believe it too. So one last time, I breathe your scent, And through your hand I feel, The courage that's within you, To now grant me this appeal. Cut the leash that holds me here, Dear friend, and let me run, Once more a strong and steady dog, My pain and struggle done. And don't despair my passing, For I won't be far away, Forever here, within your heart, And memory I'll always stay. I'll be there watching over you, Your ever faithful friend, And in your memories I'll run, ...a young dog once again. --author unknown |
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| 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. 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 pain; Then you can say to God at night "My day was not in vain." And now I am contented... that my life was 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. --author unknown 
Dedicated to Candy (submitted by Gina) |
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| God's Garden God looked around his garden and found an empty place. He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face. He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest. God's garden must be beautiful, he always takes the best. He knew that you were suffering, he knew you were in pain. He knew that you would never get well on this earth again. He saw the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb. So he closed your weary eyelids and whispered "Peace be thine". It broke our hearts to lose you but you didn't go alone. For part of us went with you, the day God called you home. --author unknown |
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| Man's Best Friend You took him in when he was small Gave him a home, your love, your all A happy life with you he shared We all could see how much you cared You gave to him your very best Now he has gone to well-earned rest In spirit he will stay with you Your little dog, forever true --Tricia Gabbitas |
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| I Stood By Your Bed Last
Night 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 yawning and say "good-night, God bless you mum, 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. --author unknown |
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| The Other Side I have cried a river for you So you can swim to the other side Just follow that stick with My last hug and kiss Swim baby swim To get to the other side Where the grass is always green The sun always shines and Will warm you tried bones Swim baby swim A treat is always waiting And play time never stops Just remember to look for me When I take my final swim I will see your tail a wagging Can't wait for my licks from you When I get to the other side --D Whyten, for Hogan 03/12/08 Written on the morning we had to send Hogan on his journey |
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