June 3, 2005:Lark
went to Rainbow Bridge this morning. Good-bye, little one. We
wish we had you longer, but you had the best while you were with
us. Till we meet again...
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....
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