Pet Pages - Rainbow Bridge

This is a tribute page
to Grover, Dupey, Smila, Mischief, Chao Chiang, and all the other kidz
we miss so much.

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

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away
into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived
so fondly together
is untouched, unchanged.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way
that you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air
of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as you always laughed
at the little games we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me,
pray for me.
Let my name be ever
the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort,
without the ghost
of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death
but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.
All is well.
...author unknown

 

 

 

 

 

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