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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 quivers. 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...


by Lanie Blackmon

My best friend spoke to me last night
a soft whisper in my ear.
I woke up and looked around the room,
I was startled, yet I had no fear.

My best friend said that all is fine
Rainbow Bridge is so much more.
That there was so much love up there,
even a beautiful ocean shore.

There are fields and fields of green green grass
and the sky has different shades of blue.
There are flowers, mountains, trees and clouds,
everything they said it was, is true.

My best friend whispered in my ear last night
saying "Please don't cry or be sad.
That what was done, had to be done,
for me to live my life now, so be glad."

My best friend said that I did the right thing
an unselfish act on my part.
And that the pain and sadness I feel
will be gone soon from my heart.

I asked my best friend, "How could this be
I miss you so much everyday.
That my heart hurts so much for you,
I wish there could of been another way."

My best friend whispered in my ear last night
"You will always be in my heart.
Go on and live and love another,
because we will never really be apart."

My best friend whispered in my ear last night
"It's time for me to go towards the light.
I just wanted to stop and say to you
Go on my best friend, I'll be alright."

"I carry your unconditional love with me
I have done this from the very start."
I whispered back to my best friend last night,
"I'll always love you with all my heart."

"So goodbye my best friend," as I looked up at the sky
A shooting star I see in a straight line
Moving fast across the sky and out of sight,
I whispered, "Goodbye my best friend.  Now, I'll be fine."

         --  Lanie Blackmon    <lovemy4goldens at>



As I got up this morning I felt a brush against my leg
Was that you

I just felt a soft nudge against my hand
Was that you

I felt a soft breath on my skin
Was that you

The little ones were watching something
Was that you

When I heard the wind whisper "I love you"
Was that you

The blanket moved and no one was there
I know it was you.

When the wind chimes chimed with no breeze
I know it was you

When there is a sudden breeze in the calm
I know it was you

When I feel that special paw on my face
I know it was you

When so many strange things happen
I know it was you.

Those strange little paw prints in the snow
I know it was you

I wondered if it was you, but I knew it was and is you
Forever in my heart and every beat of it

For Cinemax's Birthday Memorial
Helen Gregory


If tears could build a stairway,and memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to Heaven,& bring you home again.


Winston & Poncho

A tuft of sealpointe fur left in his wake
hangs in the still air,
waiting to be blown one way or another
into my face.
I will huff and puff it away
into into a nook or cranny
where it will again wait patiently.

he springs up on the bed
where I sit, his feathery tail swishing.
he steps on the keyboard
and sends his own cryptic message out into cyberspace.

his pale dark nose is wet and cold on mine
as he gives me an eskimo kiss.
the love in my heart swells
and I think it might burst from my chest.
I kiss him back and wonder
what I'd do without him,
for he is my best friend.

he listens intently when I speak
and when I cry he sits on my chest
with a look of deep concern on his angelic face.
I have to smile and laugh and cry all at once.

his silent support makes me feel stronger
and I thank him with a small gift.
as he munches on the salmon flavored morsel
he begins to purr and I hold him close
like a security blanket.
together we fall into peaceful slumber.




Poncho & Winston


Bentley, Poncho, & Winston



Kid, my first soulmate.

When is it time to say goodbye,
To all the love I've known,
When is it time to end your pain,
And leave me all alone?

I've watched you on your good days when
I feel your strength renewed;
But shortly after little ups,
The down days then ensue.

We ride this roller-coaster of
Emotions as we try,
To make it through another day,
And yet, I can't deny ...

That as I look into your face
On days that have been bad,
I see a look that beckons me
It's tired, and hurt, and sad.

The little spark I used to see
Behind those loving eyes,
Is growing ever clouded
By life's cruel inhumane side.

I try to see beyond the pain
You feel with every step;
And softly whisper to myself
This may get better yet.

If I can bear to watch you
Just another day or two;
I justify my reasons to
Ensure I cling to you.

For letting go is harder for
The person left behind;
It means that if I let you go,
I cannot turn back time.

Back to the days I long for now,
When you were full of life;
And every day held promise,
And our futures, clear and bright.

But now the lights are darkening ...
We take it daily now;
I cannot see our futures clear
Or think beyond this cloud.

I think the hardest part in this
Is never knowing why,
I have to be courageous
And I have to say goodbye.

For if I let myself admit
It's time to let you go;
I'd have to face reality
Without you ... but I know ...

That soon I have to face the
Final outcome that I dread,
And holding on will only serve
To hurt you in the end.

You've given such unselfish love
For all our time in life,
But if I hold too tightly,
You'll not move t'ward the light ...

On to a better life, where you
Can once again be free,
Of all the pain and discomfort
That holds you here to me.

So if I find the courage just to say
This last farewell,
I hope you will forgive me for
The time it took me; still ...

I'll hold with me, the memories
That in my heart remain,
Pray one day, down the road a'ways
... They'll lesson my own pain.

Author, Kit McCallum



Baby Winston

Tender Touches


When would she come?

Winston didn’t know.

He did not even know his name,

On that day so long ago.


When she arrived, he knew it then,

The lady with the loving eyes,

He ran right up to her with glee,

And she scooped him up to his surprise.


Happy Birthday he heard the man say,

He didn’t yet know this was “dad”.

For he was only eight weeks old,

A sweet and loving Siamese lad.


He found the best mommy, he knew,

And loved his new home very well.

He slept upon her pillow that night,

As he would for life his mommy could tell.


He followed her around like a little pup,

Bringing his ball for her to throw.

Playing fetch was a favorite game,

For mommy’s precious little shadow.


Winston would anxiously wait,

Whenever his mommy had to go,

Excitedly somersaulting upon her return,

For the “tummy kisses” she would bestow.


The years went by, and Winston was twelve.

His bond with mommy was very strong.

His leg was lame and causing him pain,

She knew in her heart that something was wrong.


The news was bad, the doctor said.

Winston had bone cancer of the worst form.

There were no options that could help,

There was no magic to perform.


Mommy knew in her shattered heart,

The only thing that could be done.

Tears of love and pain flowed free,

As she held her baby with warm affection.

The night before it was time to leave,

Winston let his mommy know,

He caressed her face with tender touches,

As he lay upon her tear soaked pillow.


A special kitty resides at the Bridge,

Among doggies, birds, kitties and fishes,

Awaiting the day he’ll somersault again,

To receive his mommy’s “tummy kisses”.


Sandra Hender

Written for Gwen’s “Winston”

March 1st, 2007

Sometimes a special angel is chosen to come here
To be a part of our lives, to fill our hearts with cheer.
To walk among us everyday
At home, at work, at play
To touch our lives with kindness, to teach us how to love
To be a beacon for us, to Heaven up above.
They only stay a little while, Sometimes days or years.
Our lives seem empty when they go; our eyes are filled with tears.
Our hearts and dreams lie shattered like eggshells on the floor,
But God opens windows when He closes doors.
In their lives is a message of faith and hope and power
Believe this even in your darkest weakest hour
Death has no mastery over us when we believe in Him
Death is a beginning, death is not the end.
Eternal life His promise, He told us this is true.
Believe in God and serve Him well and He will care for you.
He will give you peace when your tears begin to flow,
He will touch your heart, so deep inside you know
The one you thought was lost, is not really lost at all,
They have just gone on before in heed of Heaven's call
Gone to God in Heaven where they will safely be
Until the Faithful join together for eternity.
In tribute to all the Special Angels who have touched our lives.



Poncho, Winston, & Bentley


As much as I loved the life we had and all the times we played,
I was so very tired and knew my time on earth would fade
I saw a wondrous image then of a place that's trouble-free
Where all of us can meet again to spend eternity.

I saw the most beautiful Rainbow, an on the other side
Were meadows rich and beautiful - lush and green and wide
And running through the meadows as far as the eye could see
Were animals of every sort as healthy as could be
My own tired, failing body was fresh and healed and new
And I wanted to go run with them, but I had something left to do
I needed to reach out to you, to tell you I'm alright
That this place is truly wonderful, then a bright glow pierced the night
"Twas the glow of many candles, shining bright and strong and bold
And I knew then that it held your love in it's brilliant shades of gold.
For although we may not be together in the way we used to be
We are still connected by a cord no one can see
So whenever you need to find me, we're never far apart
If you look beyond the Rainbow and listen with your heart

Author unknown...


So this is where we part, My Friend,
and you'll run on, around the bend,
gone from sight, but not from mind,
new pleasures there you'll surely find.
I will go on, I'll find the strength,
life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave,
share one last look, before I grieve.
There are others, that much is true,
but they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
will remember well all you've taught.
Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed,
And as you journey to your final rest,
take with you this...I loved you best.
Author unknown



They say memories are golden
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.

A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.

If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.

Author: An Anonymous Pet Lover


Murphy Murdock
May 12,1991--Feb. 18,2006

I Am Your Cat
 Author Unknown

 I am your cat, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in
 your ear.

 I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have
 children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and
 there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand
 things in life.

 Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the
 way my eyes look at yours?

 They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs
 are beginning to ring my soft muzzle.

 You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine?
 Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could
 in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior
 wrong doing for just a simple moment of your time?

 That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me. So many times you have been saddened by the words you read
 on that screen, of others of my kind, passing.

Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it
 wrenches your heart out of your throat.

 Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even
 seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled
 muzzles and cataract clouded eyes.

 Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long
 sleep, to run free in a distant land.

 I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week.
 Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have
 when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself
 that you did not have just "One more day" with me.

 Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me.
 We have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next to me, and look deep into my eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough
 we will talk, you and I, heart to heart.

 Come to me not as "alpha" or as "owner" or even "Mom or Dad," come
 to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into
 one another's eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about the fun
 of batting toys, or I may tell you something profound about myself,
 or even life in general.

 You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to
 share such things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am.
 I am a cat, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses,
 and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do
 not think of you as a "Cat on two feet" -- I know what you are. You
 are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still.

 Now, come sit with me. Enter my world, and let time slow down 
 only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper into my
 ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true
 self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short....



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