indcolts18288
Something my girlfriends friend sent to us on facebook.
-Alicia
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ahartofilis
I have seen this poem before and it is nice to read it again. I like where it says that our pets will be enjoying the warm spring weather as that was Coco's favorite time of year. It makes me happy to know that she is warm, happy, playing, healthy!
Yet I must admit that I miss her so much, my heart broken, tears still coming! Its so hopefull to feel that she knows and will never forget me! And that I will be with my dear, sweet, girl again!........I think we can all relate to that hope!!!
thanks for that reminder again......Sincerely, Andrea, Coco's Mom
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tramseyer
I agree, this is a beautiful poem, and I am so glad that it inspired a place like this website and that my heart is eased knowing this is where my beautiful girl is.  She's not old or hurting or stuck with a broken back anymore.  She has her teeth and her smile and is everything she always has been and will be.   She's happy and healthy and whole and loved in every sense.

However, I have a couple of nitpicking quibbles that I wish the author would have changed.  I think that every animal, unless their special person/people are already in Heaven (for which they go right through, until possibly, another of their special people arrives) go to the Bridge to feel love and be wanted and be whole and and enjoy life. Not just a select few. Some animals NEVER hear a word of kindness or feel a loving touch - they're beaten and abused and treated as objects and live horrible lives and die horrible deaths, and my heart just breaks for them. They weren't someone's beloved pet. I've read and heard so many terrible stories, and how they kept hoping that this time they'd be loved - I just can't find the words.

I am so thankful that I have been able to have my Cookie and my Picker and my Maggie and my Heidi in my life, even as I miss them so much.  They could have so easily been one of those dogs. 

Where do they go?  I believe sometimes after a while they go back to someone who will welcome and love them. Sometimes they are sent as a presence to comfort abused children or adults, especially those where it's not safe for a live animal.  I read the other day of a "Father" who took and likely killed a child's dog away for spite, while the child was at school.  And of someone else who kidnapped a child's dog, then called her and let her listen to it bark before killing it with a gunshot. On 9/11, I believe some of those "unwanted and unloved" animals went on into Heaven with the adults and children who were killed that day or died soon after, for shared comfort and love. 

The other thing I wish the poem's author would have mentioned is that usually - but not always, I know - someone who loves animals so much that they would read and believe this poem has had more than one animal that they loved, more than one at the Bridge. I know that when Mom dies and she comes to the Bridge, she and Fritzie will be reunited; I would love to see that.  But if Wilbur didn't go with Grandma or Grandpa on into Heaven, it'll be because he was waiting for Mom.  I think Cookie will go with Dad, but who knows? Maybe he'll wait on me. 

Maybe I feel too much for the underdog, or I read the poem wrong and it was meant to be read as including such things. But I don't want the "unwanted and unlovable" to be forgotten, and I want all of your animals to be considered.  Some people truly only want the one animal in their life, and that's fine.  But there are others, like me, who want to love and care for more animals. 

Thanks for reading and thinking about what I've said. I don't mean to hurt anyone. I'm sorry if I have. 


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animal_qwackers
I too love this poem. For you, Tramseyer, as I had to agree with your comments, one of my earlier posts. I am sure you will feel better when you read.

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A Dark Day at Rainbow Bridge 

Unlike most days at Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as could be imagined. All the recent arrivals were confused and concerned. They had no idea what to think, for they had never experienced a day like this before. But the animals who had spent some time waiting for their beloved people knew exactly what was happening and began to gather at the pathway leading to the Bridge to watch. They knew this was something special.

It wasn’t too long, before an elderly animal came into view, head hung heavy and low, tail dragging along the ground. The other animals on the pathway – the ones who had been at Rainbow Bridge for a while – knew the story of this sad creature immediately. They had seen it happen far too many times.

 

Although it was obvious that the animal’s heart was leaden and he was totally overcome with pain and hurt, there was no sign of injury or illness. Unlike the pets waiting at the Bridge, this dog had not been restored to his prime. He was full of neither health nor vigour. He approached slowly and painfully, watching all the pets who were now watching him. He knew he was out of place here. This was no resting place for him. He felt instinctively that the sooner he could cross over, the happier he would be. But alas, as he came closer to the Bridge, his way was barred by the appearance of an angel who spoke softly to the old dog and apologised sorrowfully, telling him that he would not be able to pass. Only those animals with  their special people could pass over. He had no special beloved person, not here at the Bridge nor on the earth below.

 

With no place else to turn, the poor, elderly dog looked towards the fields before the Bridge. There, in a separate field nearby, he spotted a group of other sad-eyed animals like himself ... old, infirm. Unlike the pets waiting for their special people, these animals weren’t playing, but simply lying on the green grass, forlornly and miserably staring out at the pathway leading to the Bridge. The recent arrival knew he had no choice but to join them. And so he took his place among them, just watching the pathway and waiting.

 

One of the newest arrivals at the Bridge, who was waiting for his special people, could not understand what he had just witnessed and asked one of the pets who had been there for some time to explain it to him.

 

"That poor dog was a rescue, sent to the pound when his owner grew tired of him. The way you see him now, with graying fur and sad, cloudy eyes, was exactly the way he was when he was put into the kennels. He never made it out and passed on only with the love and comfort that the kennel workers could give him as he left his miserable, unloved existence on earth for good. Because he had no family or special person to give his love, he has no one to escort him over the Bridge."

 

The first animal thought about this for a minute and then asked, "So what will happen now?"

 

As he was about to receive an answer, the clouds suddenly parted and the all invasive gloom lifted. Coming towards the Bridge could be seen a single figure – a person who on earth seemed quite ordinary, a person who, just like the elderly dog, had just left earth forever. This figure turned toward a group of sad animals and extended outstretched palms. The sweetest sounds they had ever heard echoed above them and all were bathed in a pure and golden light. Instantly, each was young and healthy again, just as they had been in the prime of life.

 

From within the gathering pets waiting for their special people, a group of animals emerged and moved toward the pathway. As they came close to the passing figure, each bowed low and each received a tender pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears. Their eyes grew even brighter as the figure softly murmured each name. The newly restored pets fell into line behind the figure and quietly followed this person to the Bridge, where they all crossed over together.

 

The recent arrival who had been watching, was amazed. "What happened?"

 

"That was a rescuer," came the answer. "That person spent a lifetime trying to help pets of all kinds. The ones you saw bowing in respect were those who found new homes because of such unselfish work. They will cross the Bridge when their families arrive. Those you saw restored were ones who never found homes. When a rescuer arrives, they are permitted to perform one final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort those poor animals that couldn’t find a place on earth across the Rainbow Bridge. You see, all animals are special to them ... just as they are special to all animals."

 

"I think I like rescuers," said the recent arrival.

 

"So does God," came the reply.

 

Author Unknown

“Death ends a life, not a relationship.” – Jack Lemmon

Solly, Gonzo, Daisy-Mae, Ebony, Jerry, Tigger, Bonnie, Suzy, Cleo, Spike, Sooty, and Tibby – dazzling lights that will never fade. Adored, cherished, I was privileged to know you all. Until we meet again, my beautiful babies. Bowls of love and cuddles, your ever-loving, devoted Mummy xxxxxxxxxx


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tramseyer
Thanks animal_qwackers. 

I hope someday to be able to appreciate that poem as it was meant. 

Theresa 
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