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are waiting for us at Rainbow Bridge.
The Rainbow Bridge Story
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 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 time gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they 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. The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to break 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....
March 4, 1981 - September 4, 1993
Cheyenne, my kind and gentle dog, best friend and constant companion. How you loved to take walks, swim and fetch your frisbee in the water or on land. You loved your job of fetching the newspaper and carrying the mail. And how you loved your tricks -- to steal something from a guest, repairman, or me to have some fun with the attention and chase that followed! It was a sad, sad day when I held your face and velvet ears and looked you in your trusting eyes, told you you were a good boy and allowed you to leave me peacefully with your dignity in place to go to the Rainbow Bridge. I miss you more than words can say but know I will see you again some day. I thank you for the good years and will always remember you fondly with love. - Barbara
August 27, 1998 at 12 1/2 years
When Summer came,
in fact, before the days grew warm enough for human skin, A walk downstairs would take me past a window where, far below, I could see my dear companion, grown sedate with age, sitting in the yard where once he ran with endless abandon fetching sticks and where, disappointed when I grew tired and collapsed upon the grass he laid at my side and rested so I would not be alone. He could smell the summer coming and would observe the wind in the trees and birds making preparations for families they expected soon to have and greet them with a joyful wag of his tail. I would stand with my chin upon the sill watching him watch life return to the world and think that he, unlike us, could feel time passing that he could sense its constant motion and himself carried on that never slowing wave to what would come. Before his eyes, the trees would bud and stretch their arms over his head shading his black fur from the searing sun and the grass pushed up from its sleeping roots to give him bed when the ground had grown too hard for his aching bones. Blooms exploded and showered him in a summer snowfall of pink cherry petals then bore fruit and relished in his company as they felt summer's glory together. But soon, a subtle chill took the green away and set the trees ablaze with red and orange as if to warm the cooling air and he would watch this too as night encroached upon the day and the time would come to retire indoors and wait the winter out. By the time green announced its impending return, his legs had grown too weak to walk him to his favorite spot so I would carry him there and lay at his side so he would not be alone. And when, one day, amidst a shower of scented blooms, he slept, he left his body there and let those waves of time carry him away. I gently laid my friend into the earth that he loved so and the trees stretched their arms to shade him and the birds sang his song so all the Summers yet to come would not forget the one who came and greeted them each year. - Jay
Why a Lab?
Because no other creature will ever connect with
your heart and soul like a Lab.
Because no other creature will bond with you, be your best friend forever and love you absolutely no matter what like a Lab.
Because no other creature will provide you with more joy and cause you more pain when they depart, always much too soon,
than a Lab.
Feb 25th 1991 - March 24 2000
My true one and only best friend in the whole wide world. I told you everyday of your life "Its always me & you & you & me forever" truley thats what it was. We always did everything together from being lazy to going on vacation, where i was you were. When i had to say my good byes to you I really new that saying was a true meaning when you lay down right infront of my on the living room floor , licked me one last time and went to heaven right infront of me, one day it will be us again. I will never ever forget you, and the funny things you always did and the great times we had together. You gave me the best 9yrs of my life. You meant the world to me and I cry everyday wishing you were still here with me. I love you, and hope that you are an angel on my shoulder. Love you Joan
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