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The Rainbows Bridge Poem
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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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If there is no Rainbow Bridge, I’m not going. It wouldn’t be heaven without them. I’ve lost count of the number of cats, dogs, horses, and even a rat, that have been my friends over the past 64 years and change. Some of them I only know of because of stories my mom and dad told me about pets from when I was very small, and I know I don’t remember all the stories. Some of them I’ve lost because of the heavy pain meds from several surgeries I had some years ago. We had to have our Flurry kitty put down some months ago, snow white, with blue eyes. She was my oldest daughter’s birthday present for her 13th birthday. Flurry was either badly treated by humans, or a feral kitty, and spent most of her first three or four years hiding from us all, except my autistic son. She let him hold her, pet her, and she would sit in his lap now and again. In recent years, as she got used to being around us, I would pet her now and again, when it seemed like she’d not mind. One day, I noticed that when I came home from work, she’d be waiting by the door, and she would let me pet her, even acted as if she wanted to be petted. Until she passed, she and the dog were the only ones who always were glad to see me. We have three other kitties, and the dog, still, and I love them all, but there isn’t anyone like Flurry anymore. I think I can understand your pain. Life goes on, though, and there are other kitties and puppies, and older and other animals who need someone to love, and to love them. Take some time to lick your wounds, and then find someone else who needs you. You’ll find you need them, too.
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