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....
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The horse on the left is Trooper. He has already crossed the Bridge. This section is dedicated
to the memory of the many animal people I have mourned over the years. You see I am not a one pet person.
I have always had many animals. Some have passed young due to medical conditions, others have lived to a very old age.
The pain is never any less regardless of reason. Therapists have long acknowledged that people can grieve much longer
for a pet than for a person.Why? Because an animal loves unconditionally with no strings. It is a bond that cannot be
broken and with each animal, a new bond is formed as is a future grief. Click on Trooper. He will help you find
comfort at Petloss.com
Farewell Master yet not farewell.
Where I go ye too shall dwell.
I am gone before your face,
A moment's time, a little space.
When ye come where I have stepped,
Ye will wonder why ye wept. "After Death" by Edwin Arnold
