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Across the 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 frail animals are young again.
Those who are maimed are made whole again.
They play all day with each other.
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 seen, and when you and your special friend meet,
you take him or her in your arms and embrace.
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.

The Best place to bury a Dog
If the Dog be best remembered

We are thinking now of a shepherd, whose coat was flame in the sunshine and who,
as far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or unworthy thought.

This Shepherd is buried beneath an Elm tree, under four feet of garden loam,
and at its proper season the elm strews petals on the green lawn of her grave.

Beneath an Elm, or a Cherry or any flowering shrub of the garden,
is an excellent place to bury a good dog.

Beneath such trees, such shrubs, she slept in the drowsy summer or gnawed at
the flavorous bone. or lifted her head to challenge some imaginary intruder.

These are good places, in life or death. Yet it is a small matter.

For if the dog is well-remembered; if sometimes she leaps through your dreams actual,
as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging; it matters not where the dog sleeps-

On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees roaring,
or beside a stream she knew in puppy-hood, or somewhere in the flatness
of a pastureland, where most exhilarating cattle graze.

It is all one to the dog and all one to you,
and nothing is gained and nothing is lost--if memory lives.

But there is one best place to bury a dog;
if you bury her in this spot, she will come to you when you call...
come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death,
and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again.

And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they shall not growl at her,
nor resent her coming, for she belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass  bent by her footfall,
who hear no whimper; people who may never really have had a dog.

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

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

Gods "Doggy-Door"

My best friend closed his eyes last night,
As his head was in my hand..
The Doctors said he was in pain,
And it was hard for him to stand.

The thoughts that scurried through my head,
As I cradled him in my arms.
Were of his younger, puppy years,
And OH...his many charms.

Today, there was no gentle nudge
With an intense "I Love You" gaze,
Only a heart that's filled with tears
Remembering our joy filled days.

But an Angel just appeared to me,
And he said, "You should cry no more,
GOD also loves our canine friends,
HE'S installed a 'doggy-door'"!

A Dogs Prayer

Treat me kindly, my beloved friend,
for no heart in all the world is more grateful
for the kindness then the loving heart of mine.

Do not break my spirit with a stick,
for though I should lick your hand between the blows,
your patience and understanding will more quickly teach
me the things you would have me learn.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music,
as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your
footsteps falls upon my waiting ear.

Please take me inside when it is cold and wet,
for I am a domesticated animal, no longer
accustomed to the bitter elements.
I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at
your feet beside the hearth.

Keep my pan willed with fresh water,
for I cannot tell you when I suffer from thirst.

Feed me clean food that I may stay well,
to romp and play and do your bidding,
to walk by your side, and stand ready and able
to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.

And, my friend. When I am very old, and I no longer enjoy good health,
hearing and sight , do not make heroic efforts to keep me going.
I am not having any fun. Please see that my trusting life is taken gently.
I shall leave this earth knowing that with the last breath I draw, 
my fate was always safest in your hands.

The Rosebud

When God calls little puppies to dwell with Him above,
We humans always question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache can compare with the loss of one small 'child',
Who does so much to make this world seem wonderful and mild.

Perhaps God tires - always calling the aged to His fold,
And so He picks a rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them and so He picks but few;
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult, yet somehow we must try,
For the saddest word that mankind knows will always be "good-bye".

And so when little pups depart;
We, who are left behind,
Must realize how much God loves puppies....
For angels are hard to find.

St. Peter

I explained it to St. Peter,
I'd rather stay here,
Outside the pearly gate,
I won't be a nuisance,
I won't even bark,
I'll be very patient and wait.
I'll be here, chewing on a celestial bone,
No matter how long you may be.
I'd miss you so much, if I went in alone,
It wouldn't be heaven for me.

My Wish

God saw you getting tired
When a cure was not to be,
So He closed His arms around you
And whispered "Come to Me."
You didn't deserve
What you went through
And so he gave you rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best.
And when I saw you sleeping
So peaceful and free from pain,
I could not wish you back
To suffer that again.

Eulogy to the dog

The one absolutely unselfish friend
that man can have in this unselfish world,
the one that never deserts him,
the one that never proves ungrateful
or his dog.

A man's dog stands by him
in prosperity and poverty,
in health and sickness.

He will sleep on the cold ground
where the wintry winds blow
and the snow drives fiercely,
if only he may be near his master's side.

He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer;
He will lick the wounds and sores that come,
in encounter with the roughness of the world.

He guards the sleep of his pauper master-
as if he were a prince.

When all other friends desert, He remains.

When riches take wings,
and reputation falls to pieces;
He is as constant in his love
as the sun in its journey
through the heavens.

by Senator Vest

When the time comes...

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this- the last battle- can't be won.

You will be sad, I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.

When the time comes- to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me until the end;
And hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time you will agree,
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.

Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close-we two-these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.


"Farewell master, yet not Farewell.
Where I go, you to, shall dwell.
I am gone, before your face,
A moments time, a little space.
When you come where I have stepped;
you will wonder why you wept."

by Edwin Arnold