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 …
Please feel free to comment with stories of your pets waiting for you at the Rainbow Bridge … I know there are wagging tails and doggie smiles waiting to see me again someday. ❤🌈
I was blessed to adopt Rufus, a Chow/Aussie mix, when he was already six years old back in March of 2008. People asked me why I would adopt a dog already considered a senior by some, but I knew that he was meant to be my boy, my dog soulmate. He turned out to be so much more, saving my life more than once.
He traveled the country with us when my husband was in the Navy and was waiting at home to meet my two oldest kids when they were brought home from the hospital. He had the funniest dance when you would scratch his butt, his tail only curved to one side when it wagged and he made noises like Barry Gibb when he was excited.
He suffered a stroke in March of 2016 and passed away in my arms at home at the age of 14. It was one of the most painful losses I had ever experienced and I missed him so much I could hardly stand it. Those who have lost a pet understand that pain … they may not be human, but they’re family and he was an important part of my everyday life.
Someone asked me, “Why would you want to get another dog? You’ll go through this again.” But I wouldn’t have traded my eight years of happy memories for the pain I felt when I lost him. He made my life better and I will always thank God that He let me borrow Rufus before bringing him home to be with his fellow four-legged angels. I’ll see you again someday, Ru … at the Rainbow Bridge. 🌈❤