The Rainbow Bridge

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by .:Anubis:., Jan 19, 2007.

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  1. .:Anubis:.

    .:Anubis:. Member

    There is a bridge connecting Earth and an After Life.
    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
    and pleasant sunny days.

    When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place.
    There is always food and water, and warm Spring weather.
    Those old and frail animals are young again.
    Those who have been maimed are made whole again.
    They run and play all day with each other.

    But 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 and alert!
    the eyes are searching and staring,
    and this one suddenly runs from the group.

    You have been seen...

    and when you and you special friend meet...
    you take him or her in your arms and you embrace.
    your face is kissed again and again and again
    and you look once more into the eyes
    of your loving and trusting pet.

    Then you both cross the Rainbow Bridge together,
    never again to be separated.

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  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I've always held the belief that after my beloved animal friend crosses the Rainbow Bridge they enter what I call God's Meadow. It's a great place for my animals, and I have many living there waiting for me to join them. There's food and room to run and play... and no illness, injury, or predators. I often pray to God that when it's my time to leave this life that He allow me to live out my eternity in His Meadow with my animals. I miss them all so much. Their lifespans are far too short but oh, how they enrich my life while they're with me!!!!:smile: :smile: :smile:

  3. .:Anubis:.

    .:Anubis:. Member

    Yeah, one of my dogs (I think) passed away. She lived in Oklahoma with my dad while was away for the school year living with my mom. I recieved a phone call one night, my dad said that he sold Thumper (my dog) to some people that he knew. Well, he aslo told me that Thumper ran away from them. At the time, my dad and step-mom lived in the country, same with those people.

    I never got to say a good-bye of "I'll never see you again", just a good-bye of "I'll see you during summer! Bye!" I don't know what happened to her, and I might never know.

    My dad SHOULD'VE sold my younger step-sister(she was 9 years old)'s dog, because Sierra never took care of it! The dog's name, Rollie, was Thumper's sister. Every day in Ok. I had to clean up crap, feed, and water the puppies, and Sierra didn't do anything but complain that, "Dog poop will make me puke!"

    I was heart-broken, and still am.
  4. .:Anubis:.

    .:Anubis:. Member

    My little Roo (Italian Greyhound) ran away from our backyard yesterday! I cried all last night..

    (The rest of the story is in the Self Harm forum).
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