Doesn't matter if you are 4 or 40, loosing a pet you love stinks. A good friend emailed this to me today. Thanks, Robin.
WELCOME AT RAINBOW BRIDGE
There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth.
It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its
many colors. 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 have been maimed
are made whole again. They play all day with
each other.
But 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 stops playing
and looks up. The nose twitches! The ears are
up! The eyes are staring! And this one suddenly
runs from the group!
You have been spotted, and when you and your
special friend finally meet, you cling together in
joyous reunion, never to be parted again. 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.
Anonymous
Doesn't matter if you are 4 or 40, loosing a pet you love stinks. A good friend emailed this to me today. Thanks, Robin.
