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, someone who was 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 begins to quiver. Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, 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 those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together...
In Memory of "Sarah" - our beloved Shih Tzu Dog
|Sarah was born on November 10, 1998. We brought her home when she was a puppy and she lived with us until her death on November 17, 2002. Sarah had 4 litters of puppies before we had her spayed and 2 family members and my best friend each have one of her puppies and I can see her face in them. We got her about 5 months after we got Sam so that Sam would have a wife. They loved each other and were always together. Sarah had a great personality, but tended to go places she shouldn't go and Sam was constantly trying to keep her in line and out of harm's way. She could say "mama" and she about twisted herself in half when we would come home from work each day because she would wag her tail so hard and get so excited. Sam grieved the loss of Sarah for a long time. She is buried in our back yard with a rock monument and I keep pink flowers on her grave at all times because she was such a girly little dog. We all miss her so much.|
In Memory of "Motley" our beloved Manx cat
Motley was my son Chris' cat. They were the best of friends. He was born at our home and we all loved him very much. I will never forget the day we lost him. He had the habit of walking across the street to visit with the neighbor's cat. They would lay on the porch there and watch the world go by. Many times the lady who lived there would let them in the house and I would see them through her window, lying on the windowsill together. When he was ready to come home, he would let her know, and she would let him out the front door and he would return home. On the morning of September 30, 1992, he was struck by a car on his daily trek across the street. It was this very neighbor who broke the news to us, with tears in her eyes, for she loved Motley too. It was a day of mourning, sorrow and grief for all of us. It is still very difficult to watch the home movies of him to this day. There are those who might think we should not have let him outside. If you had known Motley you would know that he was a free spirit - not ever a cat to be confined to the indoors. He spent many days lying in the yard, seeming to keep watch or guard for us. He loved basking in the sunshine and rolling in the grass. He never bit, scratched, hissed or seemed angry at anyone or anything. He was a sweet, sweet soul. I know he waits at Rainbow Bridge for Chris.
his grave marker
In Memory Of Trooper
On Tuesday, March 2, 1999, my parent's dog "Trooper" was finally laid to rest on the family farm in Oklahoma. He was nearly 14 years old when he passed away. He was a mixed breed, probably with some Australian Blue Heeler and maybe part German Shepherd. Whatever he was in breed, he was 100% sweetheart! Just a puppy when my parent's first got him, he spent his entire life running free in the country and as a constant companion to my father. You never saw Dad outside that Trooper wasn't right there by his side. They were the very best of friends and never has a dog been so loved as he was by my Dad. Trooper was a very happy dog who spent an ideal life and never knew what it was to go unloved or unfed. He never bothered the cats or even the baby kittens born there, and 2 days before he died I was lucky enough to spend a little time with him. Trooper now waits at Rainbow Bridge for my Dad.
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