The Rainbow Bridge
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, someone who
was 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 breaks from the group, flying over
the green grass, 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 those trusting eyes,
so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge
Gentle Leader To So Many Greyhounds
CARL LEWIS BROCKHOFF
Listen - can you hear your name?
He's calling you - my friend
Although you're slipping from me now -
This is not the end...........
A new life is about to start
Where you'll be free from pain
Old age - you'll shrug off like a cloak
And you'll be young again
Listen - can you hear Him call?
His voice is soft and low
And as you leave this earth behind
Remember - as you go....
I'll not forget you my dear friend
though we may be apart
Your mem'ry will remain with me -
Forever, in my heart
Listen - He is calling still
Reaching out and so....
Take His hand and slip away
It's time for you to go
So many happy times we've shared
These, sadness can't erase
I feel that we're together still
Tho' we've gone separate ways
I'm listening - but there's no sound
You must have heard his voice
We both knew that the time had come
We knew there was no choice
You've breathed your last - your eyes are closed
But this is not the end.....
For life at Rainbow Bridge awaits
Rest In Peace - dear friend.
by, Judy Zatonski
a friend to greyhounds in England
BABY HUEY BROCKHOFF
It occurs to me that every time I lose a dog, he takes a piece of my heart with him.
Then every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of his heart.
Therefore if I should live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog...
and I will then become as generous and loving as they are.