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 comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigour; 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

Where Shall I Bury My Dog

There is one place to bury a dog.

If you bury him in this spot he will come to you when you call –

Come to you over the grim dim frontiers of death and down the well remembered path to your side again,

And though you call a dozen living dogs they shall not growl at him nor resent his coming for he belongs there.

People may scoff at you who see no slightest blade of grass bent by his foot fall - who hear no whimper,

people who never really had a dog.

Smile at them for you know something that is hidden from them and which is well worth knowing.

The one place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.

This poignant verse was sent to us by Martin L.
Martin was bereaved of his beloved Hooch just 3 weeks before Christmas 2006.( “Where Shall I Bury My Dog “ Editorial Ontario Newspaper circa 1900