The Legend of the 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 the 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 and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who have 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 and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except one 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 stops and suddenly 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 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 together, you and your special pet cross THE RAINBOW BRIDGE.
Paul C. Dahm
…. whenever you see a rainbow, you know that your friend is close to you.
We had ferrets since 1998. The last generation moved with us to sweden.
Nalle – normally “Chief” – was just a short time at our stable. He was just 12, when we decided tp put him down because of an big injury.
Bucanero was my first own horse. With 20 years could we bring him in the herd and he could live outside with the others. Just like a “normal” horse. After 2,5 years lost he the figt against cancer.
Death from beloved Charly hits us suddenly. He was just 9 years old.