The Rainbow Bridge
Because of its many colors, the bridge connecting heaven and earth has come to be known as the Rainbow Bridge. Just this
side of the bridge there is a land of meadows, hills, and lush green valleys. When a beloved pet dies this becomes
their new home. There is always an abundance of food, water and warm sunshine. Our special friends make new friends and
play together, happily all day long. Old and frail animals are young again. Animals who had been sick now have their health and vigor restored. Those
who were hurt or maimed are made whole again, just as we remember them in our dreams of the past. The animals are
comfortable, happy and content. There is only one thing missing from these carefree surroundings, the loving
companionship of someone very special, someone who was left behind.
Time passes and soon a day comes when one animal is distracted by a familiar scent, a familiar sound and stops
playing. Starring into the distance, with bright eyes, gleaming with delight, this one pet suddenly runs away from the group.
Flying across the meadow flowers, faster and faster. You have been seen. You and your dear friend finally meet
again, clinging to each other in a most joyous reunion. As you embrace, your face is showered with kisses. Your hands hold and gently caress the head of your
beloved pet. Once more you look into the trusting eyes of this loving companion, long gone from your life, but
always present in your memories and your heart. You cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never to be separated
In Loving Memory of Holly 1982-1998
Five years ago our dog Holly died of cancer.
As devastating as this was to us, we did find some
comfort when our veterinarian sent this to us. I believe
with all of my heart that this is true, for all animals.
Cockatiel Cottage now has a Rainbow Bridge Memorial section
for anybody who has lost a pet. CLICK HERE
If you would like your pet added, please email me a picture,
along with your name and your pet's name.
Music is Keeper of the Stars
by Tracy Byrd
Sequenced by Margie Harris
And Used With Permission
Thank You Margie.
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