rainbow bridge poem for pets

[huckster]

dose any one have this my friend just put her dog down i would like to make her a pic with it

 

[Tantor]

I have it saved . Do you want me to email to you as an attachment?

 

[Tantor]

THE RAINBOW BRIDGE

There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colours. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge, there is a land of meadows, hills, and valleys with lush green grass.
When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water and warm spring weather. The old and frail animals are young again. Those who are maimed are made whole again. They play all day with each other.
There is only one thing missing: They are not with their special person who loved them on Earth. So, each day they run and play until the day comes when one suddenly looks up! The nose twitches. The ears are up. The eyes are staring. And this one suddenly runs from the group.
You have been seen, and when you and your special friend meet, you take him or her in your arms and embrace. Your face is kissed again and again and again, and you look once more into the eyes of your trusting pet.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated.

 

[Tantor]

Dogs Don't Have Souls, Do They?

I remember bringing you home. You were so small and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur.
You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping.
Once in a while, you'd let out a little yelp just to let me know this was your territory.
Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a passion, and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes, as if to say, "I'm sorry, but I'll do it again as soon as you're not watching."
As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking at everyone who walked by.
When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging just to say, "Welcome home. I missed you. "You never had a bad day, and I could always count on you to be there for me.
When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you would hop on my lap, looking for attention. You never asked for anything more than for me to pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg.
As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then, one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn't stand on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again. You just looked up at me as if to say you were old and tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me for one last favor. With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet. One last time, you were lying next to me.
For some strange reason, you were able to stand up in the animal hospital, perhaps it was your sense of pride.
As the vet led you away, you stopped for an instant, turned your head and looked at me as if to say, "Thank you for taking care of me.

I thought, "No... thank you for taking care of me."

By Chuck Wells

 

[simba928]

OMG Tantor. That made me cry. It reminded me of my grandma's dog, Smokey. I grew up with her and we were so close. My parents got her for my grandparents 3 months before I was born, so we were always attached. She passed away a year ago February 3rd after a long sickness. She had inflamation of the brain a couple years before she died and eventually lost control of everything. For the last week of her life, she got noticeably weaker and weaker every day. I went there every day after school and sat on the floor holding her from the time I got home a little before 3 to the time I left at around 5:30. She died on a Friday night a couple hours after I left there and went home. Sorry about that little flashback, I just started rambling. LOL. Anyways, when my dog, Nakita, died almost 6 years ago, I found the following poem on the internet so I printed it out and attached a picture of her to it and framed it. It is still hanging on my wall right next to my bed with her collar next to it. Then when Smokey died, I did the same thing for my grandparents and they loved it. So now anytime I know someone whose dog passed away, I make one for them and they always seem to appreciate it. It especially describes Smokey and what happened that week leading up to her death.

I Loved You Best
By Jim Willis
So this is where we part, My Friend,
and you'll run on, around the bend,
gone from sight, but not from mind,
new pleasures there you'll surely find.

I will go on, I'll find the strength,
life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave,
share one last look, before I grieve.

There are others, that much is true,
but they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
will remember well all you've taught.

Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
take with you this...I loved you best.