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Post by chris on Jun 6, 2009 10:22:51 GMT -6
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...
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Post by pat on Jun 6, 2009 12:23:41 GMT -6
The author is actually Paul C. Dahm... He's not unknown --- just hard to track down
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chewyojn
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Post by chewyojn on Dec 8, 2009 19:30:37 GMT -6
Such a good poem it made me cry. I had to put down my dal of 12 years from Cancer over 3 years ago.
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Post by dottydog on Dec 12, 2009 14:17:36 GMT -6
...and what a testament to them that you still get emotional when reading that poem - post us up a picture of your Dal we'd love to see them
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Post by cathyb on Dec 31, 2009 13:59:10 GMT -6
It is a great testament to that Dal, and more than likely all our spotted furbabies. It's been 9 years since Dancer passed away, and not one single day has gone by where I haven't said I love you Dancer to her. Not one. The large b&w poster of her still sits in "her" chair in the living room. I was just now this holiday thinking of folding her afghan safely away, vacuuming the chair, and maybe Buddy or Perdie would want to lay in the sun on it, like Dancer did. I said "thinking"...I haven't actually done it yet. The poster I would put on our bedroom wall.
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Post by susan w linden on Dec 31, 2009 22:56:35 GMT -6
I was just now this holiday thinking of folding her afghan safely away, vacuuming the chair, and maybe Buddy or Perdie would want to lay in the sun on it, like Dancer did. I said "thinking"...I haven't actually done it yet. The poster I would put on our bedroom wall. I bet that Dancer would like it very much if she could look down and see Perdie and/or Buddy enjoying the sunshine as she did. If it were reversed you know she would love to be allowed to bask in the warmth of the sun.
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