Rainbow Bridge

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…


  1. Line Grenier September 6, 2014 at 5:30 pm

    j’espère que vous lisez le français. Votre poème m’a beaucoup touché ainsi que le récit de Diane concernant le type de relation plutôt spirituelle avec son chien.
    Je suis consciente que tout cela touche une perte pour moi qui n’est pas encore vraiment consciente.
    Cela me guide et me dirige à faire en sorte d’aller visiter cette blessure de rupture, de séparation.
    Merci pour ces écrits et pour l’inspiration apporté.
    Line Grenier – Québec

  2. regina talton September 6, 2014 at 5:29 pm

    sweet sentiments… I too have lost beloved dogs and have grieved. Still have those Honey moments, or those Shag, also Sassy. Now Jean Luc is elderly and very sick, still offering to life his love and energy and joy. This golden is our precious boy. Our young Carly is now the family clown. They are each so dear.
    And now growing attachment to our three adopted kitties.
    Our pets are a gift.
    thank you for your letter and poem, gina talton
    and certainly our condolences for your losing Maxie

  3. Caryn Markson September 4, 2014 at 7:30 pm

    Dear Diane,
    Oh I remember when my protector Kachina died in my arms on Valentine’s Day 2010. She was 16-1/2 and a small wonder of a dog. She, too, would be there for me to soothe me and comfort me and would greet clients on occasion and lead them to my office and then lie down on her blanket while they did their work. At the end of the session she would get up and walk them to the door. She is still in my heart as fully as she was then. I am sending you love and light as you end this day……

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