Gone But Never Forgotten

 

Rainbow Bridge     Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies who 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 and water, and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.   All the animals who have been ill or 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 time gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; each one misses someone very special who had been 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. All at once 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 IN LOVING MEMORY OF... Suki ... Kim Suki Li Meng Ah Chu ... Ah Chu E Mi Chu ... Mi Chu B Trouble Mai Ling ... Candy Dandy Jemma's Grandpa ... Basil I wonder if Christ Had a small shaggy dog All loving and gentle like mine With silky long ears And nose round and wet And two eyes, dark and tender that shine I'm sure if he had That his small shaggy dog Knew right from the first he was God That he needed no proof that Christ was divine But just worshipped the ground that He trod, I'm afraid that He hadn't, Because I have read How He prayed in the garden alone, For all of His friends and disciples had fled, Even Peter, the one he called the Stone And oh, I am sure That that small shaggy dog With a heart so tender and warm, Would never have left Him, To suffer alone, But creeping right under His arm, Would have licked those dear fingers In agony clasped In continuing all favor but loss, When they took Him away, Would have trotted behind, And followed Him right to the Cross