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 that had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of day 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 our heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.
Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers,
but seldom, if ever, smell on another?
Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit
on your couch? Or is it still the same old story?
Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for the dog? How often to you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride !!! Would it me so hard to rename the
" Chrysler Eagle " the " Chrysler Beagle "?
Dear God: If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no humans hears him, is he still a bad dog?
Dear God: We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?
Dear God: More meatballs, and less spaghetti, please.
Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are,
will I have to apologize?