rainbow bridge

BOSCO

April 22, 1997

My Buddy, My friend,
Well "Old Timer,"

I guess this is the end.
No more begging for treats
No more walks on the streets
No more running to the dock
No more stealing my sock
No more rides on the lake
No more licks of my cake
No more rides in the truck
I guess we just ran out of luck.
You were Ma & Pa's pride & joy
And in the end you were
A very brave boy.
Your picture will hand in our den
And that will help our hearts to mend.
I'm so glad you were mine
You can play on my team anytime
So rest in peace "Big Guy."

Love,
Dad

Jerry Mitchell

From the Paw of  Beau Geste, Golden Retriever

Christmas 2008

Hello there, Maureen—

This is your old friend and "Senior Golden Retriever," Beau, speaking for myself, Nicky, Stony, and—even though they aren't Golden's—Lena, Snoopy, Fiptz, and Goldie, and—even though they aren't even dogs, much less Golden's—Gray Kitty, Tiger, Simba, TC, Muffin, Artimeze and of course, Orion.  Betcha didn't expect to be hearing from us!

We all know that you—our girl—have had a bit of a tough time this past year, and that you miss us; we miss you, too.  But this Christmas we decided to let you in on "a little secret" and give you a special gift that can't be bought in any store: our assurance that you should not and don't need to feel so bad or sad.  We promise: everything's going to turn out just fine.

You see, right after we had to leave you, we found ourselves in a place just this side of Heaven:

Rainbow Bridge

Although we didn't know it when we arrived—and there are thousands and thousands of us pets here—dogs, cats, horses, rabbits, gerbils, hamsters, you name it—we soon found out, one-by-one, that it's where we pets go after we've had to leave the people we loved and who loved us while we were together "down there" with you.  It's a beautiful, wonderful place, with green, grassy meadows and gently rolling hills where we can run and play, there's plenty of delicious food and lots of fresh, cool water, and the sun shines all the time.  There's even one valley with a great big pond especially for us "water dogs," and another with deep, fluffy snow for those of us who like to play and roll in that white stuff, too!  We're all nice and warm and comfortable and happy.  We take naps whenever we feel like it, and we don't have a care in the world.

We also want you to know that all of us who had been sick or old are back in the best of health, just the way we looked and felt and remember in our dreams of the days when we were young and strong.  We're all happy and content, except for one "small" thing:  We all miss our people because you were special to us and we were special to you, and we had to leave you behind…

Sooner or later, though—and we've all seen it happen to the ones who had told us all about Rainbow Bridge and shown us around—a day eventually comes when one of us pets suddenly stops running and looks off into the distance and starts sniffing the air and listening as hard as can be, eyes bright and intent, eager body quivering, tail starting to wag (if the one behaving like this happens to be a dog, of course—we're the only ones who wag our tails when we're happy.)  Then, suddenly, that pet starts to run away from the group, flying over the lush green grass, as fast as it can, off into the distance, toward a very familiar scent or sight. 

The first time we saw this happen, we wondered why.  It only took one time for us to figure out just what was going on.

That pet had spotted at least one of its people!  It always seems to take a moment or two for what's happening to sink in, but then, in the blink of an eye—faster than two shakes of a puppy-dog's tail, actually—pet and person are back together again!  Oh my golly—what a reunion!  Loving arms and eager paws intertwine, human ears get nuzzled, and sloppy or prim but in any case very happy kisses cover both faces.  Gentle, loving hands caress a furry head and give such welcome scratches under the chin or behind the ears, and trusting eyes meet again.  We may have been absent from each other's lives for a long time, but we're sure that we never were absent from the other's heart—not even for a single second!

And then—after the two have snuggled enough and kissed enough, and been scratched enough, and joyously cried enough, and smiled enough—then and only then, the pet takes its familiar place at its human's side or in its human's arms, and they cross Rainbow Bridge together. 

And just in case the human had had to leave one of us behind instead of the other way around, when that pet gets to the Bridge, it finds its person's familiar scent (even the cats and rabbits and gerbils and birds can pull that off, by the way, if a dog helps), and follows that scent across until it finds its human on the other side.

Either way, we all end up in Heaven with our people—together and forever!

So don't feel so bad…we're all waiting for you, here at Rainbow Bridge

With all our love,

 


 


 

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