The 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 here 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
This beautiful poem was sent to me by
Alan & Suzzanne Davis (and Pugnacious Pete) davisal@erols.com
http://www.erols.com/davisal/

Dogs Don’t Have Souls, Do They?

I remember bringing you home.
You were so small and cuddly with your
tiny paws and soft fur.
You bounced around the room with eyes flashing
and ears flopping.
Once in a while, you’d let out a little yelp just to let
me know this was your territory.
Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a passion and when I scolded you,
you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes as if to say: "I’m sorry, but I’ll do it again as soon as you’re not watching."
As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking at everyone who walked by.
When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting
for me with your tail wagging just to say, "Welcome home.
I missed you."
You never had a bad day and I could always count on you to be there for me.
When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV,
you would hop on my lap looking for attention.
You never asked for anything more than to have
me pat you head so you could go to sleep with
your head over my leg.

As you got older, you moved around more slowly.
Then one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn’t stand on those wobbly legs anymore.

I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again.
You just looked up at me as if to say you were old and
tired and that after all those years of not asking or anything, you had to ask me to one last favor.

With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet.
One last time you were lying next to me.

For some strange reason you were able to stand up in the animal hospital - perhaps it was your sense of pride.

As the vet led you away, you stopped for an instant, turned your head and looked at me as if to say: "Thank you for taking care of me."

(Author unknown)
If anyone knows the author of this poem, please contact me and I will be pleased to give them the credit.

Shown finishing under Judge Thomas Gately - Oct. 1986

Shown doing the "Retrieve Over High Jump"
an Open Class Obedience Trial Exercise *S*

A True Champion Champion

Billy at 15 years of age...*S*
(pic taken Nov. 1997)
Billy crossed over the "RainBow Bridge"
on December 6th, 1997 *TEARS*

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