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 ~
IN LOVING MEMORY OF THESE VERY SPECIAL DOGS
ANOUSKA and TINA
MEG & SADIE
Across Rainbow Bridge
Was it today, yesterday, a week, a month ago?
There are no days; there are no nights since my furchild died.
I reach to pet my furry friend who is no longer here.
My heart is broken, my arms are empty. How many tears I have cried.
I leave the house, into the lane we always walked together.
The rain is falling. I notice not. Just more tears on my face.
He used to lead me down the lane. His spirit leads me still.
But we go a different way to a very strange and different place.
I stand before a rustic bridge I have never seen before.
I stop. I know I am not to cross. But why, I want to know?
And then the rain suddenly stops. I look up into the clouds.
I look down. The bridge is gone and in its place is a rainbow.
I look across the Rainbow Bridge and see a joyful sight;
Thousands of healthy furchildren playing with my beloved pet.
I want to run and love him, but I am rooted to the spot.
He looks and wags his tail and I hear him bark Not yet.
And then his bark turns to a voice and I hear him say,
You cared for me, you played with me and loved me to the end.
I am healthy now, dont cry for me. I will meet you here again.
Others need your love and care. I am sending you a friend.
I rub my eyes and the rainbow is again a rustic bridge.
I send a prayer for that quick glimpse to the loving God above.
I hear a noise and glance back down. I cant believe my eyes.
Across the bridge, my darling pet sent a furbaby for me to love.
I pick up the furry bundle, hold him close to my dampened cheek.
He nuzzles my neck, kisses my tears. Its true love at first sight.
Not to replace the one who has gone but another who needs my love and care.
My eyes are drawn upward to see a Rainbow Bridge in radiating light.
The Rainbow Bridge
Poem by Paul C. Dahm
Music by Kerry Muzzey Flash animation by Terri Pike
The Rescuer's Final Reward
Unlike most days at the Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and grey. All the recent arrivals at the Bridge did not know what to think, as they had never seen such a day. But the animals who had been waiting longer for their beloved people to accompany them across the Bridge knew what was happening, and they began to gather at the pathway leading to the Bridge.
Soon an elderly dog came into view, head hung low and tail dragging. He approached slowly, and though he showed no sign of injury or illness, he was in great emotional pain. Unlike the animals gathered along the pathway, he had not been restored to youth and vigour upon arriving at the Bridge. He felt out of place, and wanted only to cross over and find happiness.
But as he approached the Bridge, his way was barred by an angel, who apologized and explained that the tired and broken-spirited old dog could not cross over. Only those animals accompanied by their people were allowed to cross the Bridge. Having nobody, and with nowhere else to turn, the dog trudged into the field in front of the Bridge. There he found others like himself, elderly or infirm, sad and discouraged. Unlike the other animals waiting to cross the Bridge, these animals were not running or playing. They simply were lying in the grass, staring forlornly at the pathway across the Rainbow Bridge. The old dog took his place among them, watching the pathway and waiting. yet not knowing for what he was waiting.
One of the newer dogs at the Bridge asked a cat who had been there longer to explain what was happening. The cat replied, "Those poor animals were abandoned, turned away, or left at rescue places, but never found a home on earth. They all passed on with only the love of a rescuer to comfort them. Because they had no people to love them, they have nobody to escort them across the Rainbow Bridge."
The dog asked the cat, "So what will happen to those animals?" Before the cat could answer, the clouds began to part and the cold turned to bright sunshine. The cat replied, "Watch, and you will see." In the distance was a single person, and as he approached the Bridge the old, infirm and sad animals in the field were bathed in a golden light. They were at once made young and healthy, and stood to see what their fate would be. The animals who had previously gathered at the pathway bowed their heads as the person approached. At each bowed head, the person offered a scratch or hug.
One by one, the now youthful and healthy animals from the field fell into line behind the person. Together, they walked across the Rainbow bridge to a future of happiness and unquestioned love. The dog asked the cat, "What just happened?" The cat responded, "That was a rescuer. The animals gathered along the pathway bowing in respect were those who had found their forever homes because of rescuers. They will cross over when their people arrive at the Bridge. The arrival here of a rescuer is a great and solemn event, and as a tribute they are permitted to perform one final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort all those poor animals they couldn't place on earth across the Rainbow Bridge."
The dog thought for a moment, then said, "I like rescuers." The cat smiled and replied, "So does heaven, my friend. So does heaven."
The Little Red and White Dog
He was chosen, from his litter, by the smiling lady with short fair hair and
twinkling blue eyes, or, rather, he chose her, jumping into her arms as soon
as she stooped to inspect the four wriggly puppies.
''I believe the choice has been made,'' chuckled the breeder, who then,
tearfully waved the puppy off to his new home, knowing that he would get the
best of everything.And it was so.
As the dog matured into a handsome adult with beautiful eyes
and temperament to match, the relationship between Marnie and her little boy
blossomed. She was rarely seen in public without the dainty little red and
white dog by her side and he was everyone's favourite on walks in the park.
At home, he had his special bowl, filled with only the best and tastiest of
morsels and a soft bed, lined with white fleece, but he much preferred to
sleep on his Marnie's bed and to cuddle up to her on the sofa.
Life was just fine, until one day, Marnie went away and he was taken to live
with a lady they often met in the park. She was a very nice lady and he
still had his bed and his bowl, with the bonus of her hairy little dog as a
companion, but life wasn't the same. He didn't mind having to sleep in the
kitchen, as he shared with the other dog, but he missed the special one to
one relationship he'd enjoyed with Marnie and it made his new mum sad to see
him waiting at the door, in hope.
But, one day things, changed. The door burst open to admit a noisy little
boy, with dark curly hair and sparkling blue eyes, just like Marnie's. He
had little time to spare for greeting his aunt, as he just had to go and
meet her new dog.
It was love at first sight. They looked into each other's eyes and within
seconds, the little dog was in the boy's arms, getting the special cuddle he
craved. Next minute, they were out in the garden, where the boy produced a
colourful fluffy ball, which he tossed and the dog brought back, over and
From the living room window, the boy's mum watched, with tears in her eyes.
She'd never seen her son so happy. He adored dogs, but his father didn't
think that they could cope with one, as well as the boy's health issues.
However, the boy's aunt thought differently and after a brief conversation,
over the phone, with her brother, the matter was settled. The dog needed the
boy and the boy needed the dog.
And so began the next phase of the little red and white dog's life. He still
had his special bowl, though he, now got dry crunchy food, not as tasty as
the other stuff , but 'good for you' and his special bed, in which he had to
sleep alone, in the kitchen, but he didn't mind, as the rest of his time
was spent with his new special person. Joyful days spent chasing the beloved
ball, running with his special friend or cuddling with him watching the
moving pictures in the box in the corner.
Sometimes the boy went away, just like Marnie, and the dog spent days sitting
by the door, in hope, but was always rewarded, as the boy came back.
It was on one of these, always joyous, homecoming days that they went to
play ball in the front garden. Away went the ball, with the little dog right
behind. Grab the ball, bring it back, get a rewarding pat and off again.
Then the ball went extra far and the little dog had to run faster, but soon
caught up and was about to snatch his prize..............................
He found himself in a large park. In front of him was a sparkling river,
with a bridge over, also glittering in the sunlight. Across the bridge he
could see all manner of animals and humans of all ages. He was very confused
and stood with his tail between his legs, until a tall hound with long pale
coat came towards him and gently nudged him over the bridge and there she
Once more, he stood looking around, very unsure... And then he saw her.
Surely it must be her! Over to his left, sitting on a bench. Yes, yes it was
her and up came his tail and off he went, feathers flowing.
It was his beloved Marnie and he was soon on her lap smothering her with
kisses as her tears dampened his coat. Once they had got over the moment,
they sat cuddled and he had chance to look round properly.
He noticed that there was a constant stream of humans and animals coming
over the glittering bridge, but the numbers on this side didn't seem to
alter. It was then that he noticed pairs or groups of animals and people,
walking away and fading into a distant mist.
Just then, Marnie stood up and declared, ''Come on , little man, it's time
for us to go,'' and began to walk in the direction of the others, but the
little red and white dog sat where he was. He didn't know why, but he just
had to stay. Realising this, Marnie sat down beside him, with a sigh, and
waited with him, cuddling as she did so.
The little boy never forgave himself for letting his dog get killed. He
wouldn't take consolation from the fact that it was the taxi driver, who
left the gate off the latch, causing it to blow open, just as the dog
approached. His parents were really worried, as this was having an adverse
effect on his failing health, but they had to go ahead with the planned
operation and their last words to him were a promise of another little red
and white dog, as soon as he was on the mend.
Gradually, he drifted off to sleep, recalling that they said he was going to
see his little red and white dog again....and woke up in a large park. In
front of him was a sparkling river, with a bridge over, also glittering in
the sunlight. Across the bridge he could see all kinds of animals, mainly
pets like dogs, cats and horses, but others, too and lots of people from
little children to old men and women. He didn't know how he got here, so
looked behind, but saw only a mist.
When he turned back to the river, a little girl, dressed all in pink, was by
his side. ''Come this way,'' she invited, stepping onto the bridge.
'' But I don't know how I got here. Why must I cross over there ?''
'' Don't you know?'' asked the girl.'' You've come to join those who went
'' I don't know anyone who went away,'' the boy replied, following,
nevertheless. '' My Aunt Wendy went away to Spain, but she is back and is
with my mum and dad, at the hospital....''
By now, they'd reached the other side and the girl was about to leave him.
'' Please,'' he pleaded, ''don't go. I don't know anyone here.''
'' I must'' replied the girl, ''as I've other children to greet but just
wait and someone will come to you'' and she walked away.
He was looking round, getting really worried, as everyone, animal and human,
was busy greeting or watching the bridge area intently. Who could he ask
what to do ?
Suddenly, he was nearly bowled over by a red and white dervish that flung
itself into his arms.
'' Charlie, is it you ? Is it really you ? Oh, it is, it is,'' he declared as
he got smothered in kisses and before he knew it, the dog was on the grass
and the beloved coloured ball, which had been buried with him, was in his
master's hand, then thrown for him, joyfully to retrieve.
The little dog had spotted the boy, as soon as he crossed the bridge and ,
to Marnie's dismay, left her for the child. She watched the happy reunion,
with tears falling. The dog had had two owners and had chosen the other. He
was oblivious of all but the child, now.
Suddenly, the little dog stood still and dropped the ball. He saw his
beloved Marnie, looking so upset , so ran to her. She greeted him with utter
rapture and they sat cuddled together for a while.
Then the little dog spotted the boy. There he was standing all alone,
utterly dejected , the ball almost falling from his slack grip...so the dog
ran to the boy.
The same thing happened over and over. Whichever person the dog went to, the
other was bereft, so he became more and more torn, no sooner going to one,
than feeling compelled to return to the other. One minute he was cuddling
and the next ball chasing. Cuddling, chasing, cuddling, chasing..
Then, suddenly, he was sitting on his Marnie's lap, head resting on her
breast, but also, he was flying through the air fetching a fluffy ball.
'' Time to go, little man,'' declared Marnie, standing and walking away, and
the litle dog followed.
As more streamed over the bridge, a lady with fair hair and sparkling blue
eyes could be seen going into the mist; a little red and white dog, tail
plume waving close by her side and also a little dark haired boy, in jeans
and blue T shirt, throwing a coloured ball with an identical little red and
white dog, joyously brought back, over and over.
Anything is possible at The Bridge. (Author unknown)
I ONLY WANTED YOU
They say memories are golden
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.
©2006 Irish Retriever Rescue UK