Rainbow Bridge

Rainbow Image

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, 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 together...
*Author Unknown*

Mocha
Mocha I was bought without any thought of the future. I grew way too big So I was given to rescue. I ran and I played with other dogs there, but wanted my very own home. It came along Mom, Dad, kids and dogs, I was happy for a while. The marriage fell apart and it broke my heart When I returned to rescue. As time went along they kept my faith strong that there was a home for me. And yes, they were right My new home brought light and joy into my life. I abandoned my fears and spent many years enjoying my new family. When my time came, Despite her own pain, my mom let me go, surrounded by her love. I want her to know when her time comes she won't be alone. I will be waiting, tail happily waving, to escort her over the Bridge. Mocha Gray Feb. 22, 2001 - Jul. 8, 2009 written by Jodi Marcus July 8, 2009 Mocha is sorely by Lisa Gray and her family

Mr. Beau Dog
November 1996- April 23, 2008

I am standing by the seashore.
A ship at my side
spreads his white sails to
the morning breeze
and starts for the blue
ocean.
He is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch
until at last he hangs like
a peck of white cloud
just where the sun and
sky come down to mingle
with each other.
Then someone at my
side says, 'There he goes!
Gone where? Gone from
my sight - that is all.
He is just as large in
mast and hull and spar
as he was when he left
my side
and just as able to bear
his load of living freight
to the places of
destination.
His diminished size is in
me, not in him.
And just at the moment
when someone at my
side says,
'There he goes! ' ,
there are other eyes
watching him coming,
and other voices ready to
take up the glad shout :
'Here he comes!'

To the dog with the biggest heart I know…
the KING of sloppy kisses, food on the table (especially Sophia’s muffins)
and being in anyone’s PERSONAL space but his own.
God speed buddy and good night.

The Harris Family