My mom & I really put up a good fight but in the end I could not fight anymore. I was tired and looked at my mom like how much longer are you going to let this go on. Then 12-8-02 I went to sleep and did not wake up.
People have written some pretty nice things I would like to share.
Gentle is my presence. I am never far. I will not leave you. I shall stand near you always. Feel the softness of the wings of my support. My role in your life has not changed, my form has. The light of my love has not been extinguished, only made more expansive. It is time to release your mourning and experience the unceasing love between us., Let the joy of love heal your saddened heart.
Talking with the Animals by Patty Summers.
Request From Rainbow Bridge
Weep not for me though I am gone
Into that gentle night
Grieve if you will, but not for long
Upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul's at rest
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath
Remember not the strife
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
Your little Trixie is not to far away. When the wind blows you will see the ripple of her coat in the waves of the grasses of the field. When the earth is turned and the smell permeates the air you will know that she sent you a memory of when she would come in with her nose dusted with fresh dirt from some archeological dig she must have been on for that day. When the diamonds dance on a water's edge you will remember the sparkle in her eyes when you could do no wrong, she always believed in you when you could not believe yourself. You were everything to her and always will be. She left you with Blessings in your life and memories too. and when you settle down at night she will hear your prayers said to God and your "please take care of my Trixie too" at each prayers ending. Look out to the sky where the Rainbow Bridge is and blow a kiss to a star. The angles collect them all and bring them as toys for the dogs that wait to play with them in the meadows so bright and clear. Love is the binding of memories, the suave of the heart, and the tears spilled are not lost but make the flowers grow on the other side of the bridge where puppies bark and play Catching balls of light thrown by cherubs that giggle and play with each dog there. Close your eyes and you will see...Trixie dancing happily among the flowers barking after the kisses you sent for her to play with. And at evening time when darkness covers all...she nestles close to an angels side happy for another day in paradise across the rainbow bridge and dreams sweet dreams of you and your love never forgotten always remembered. It is after all the cord of silk that binds all God's creation together... love never lost.
From your friends Jazzman, Blare Bear,
Steele, Kobe, and the impish sheltie angel of them all... Shelly
and their humom Carol
Created by Ann Finer
Rainbow Bridge
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 who 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 days 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 begins to quiver.
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 your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
(Author unknown)
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said, "It's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair
I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be so near you every day
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled; I think you knew...
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
And say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out... then come home to be with me.
~Author Unknown~
A RESCUER AT THE RAINBOW BRIDGE
Once in a while, the skies are grey at the rainbow bridge
And an old dog, tired and sick, can be seen approaching.
Those waiting at the bridge stand aside,
As they have been restored to youth and vigor
And this dog has not. They know what will happen next.
The sick old dog goes to a part of the lawn where
Several other sad dogs are also waiting and, slowly,
He lies down....for a long patient wait.
A young dog will ask another, "What is happening?
Why is that dog all tattered and sick and
Why is he looking so old, so sad?"
And a more experienced dog will reply,
"That dog had no home, no one to love and
So he has no one to wait for, here at the Bridge.
He cannot cross by himself.
Nobody cared for him when he was alive...
Only a rescuer who took him in until he died."
Oh, how sadly the forlorn pack of dogs lie in the shade.
They know they cannot cross the bridge...
They have no hope.
Many days pass by. The sick old dogs wait and wait
While healthy, young dogs--one after another--are
Embraced by their owners and cross the bridge together.
Then one day, a shaft of golden sunshine
Surrounds an approaching human.
The old dogs all get to their feet and he goes to them.
As he touches each dog, petting their heads lovingly,
One after the other...each dog is transformed!
Youthful and gay, their tails are up and wagging!
Now they surround the man and in a joyous group
They cross the rainbow bridge together.
The young dog asks the more experienced one,
"What happened? How did that human do that?"
The older dog responds, "He was a rescuer!
On earth he took in many dogs who were homeless,
He nursed them and found them new owners and,
To thank him for his work on earth,
God has granted him the pleasure of taking
All those he rescued with him...into Heaven."
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