The Rainbow Bridge

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

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...


There is another side to life ...
A side we cannot see.
Where flowers grow with 'baby' buds,
waiting for you and me.
For those gone first,
the 'lucky' ones ...
They cannot tell us why,
but look, they send us messages,
they're written in the sky.
We know their names,
we feel them still,
their nose against our cheek.
We hold them close within our hearts
and in our memories ...
Our tears will fall,
we miss them all.
But oh their peace is true.
They run, they play, look down each day,
to catch a glimpse of you.
Who wrote the words?
How do they go?
Nothing is ours to keep?
Our loved ones live
beyond earth's life,
in heaven's watchful sleep ...
Grieve yes, but then ... let go
for the flowers on the hill,
were promised all will bloom again
and believing so ... they will.
I thank thee Lord for taking them,
for their hearts, now beat anew.
And, in my faith, I see them play,
stars twinkling in the sky ...
and in my faith I do believe,
what's loved, will never die!

By: Barbara Miller