There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth, it is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colours.
Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge, there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass.
When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water and warm spring weather. The old and frail animals are young again, those who are maimed are made whole again. They play all day with each other.
There is only one thing missing;---They are not with their special person who loved them on earth.
So each day they run and play until the day comes when one suddenly looks up ! The nose twitches, the ears are up, the eyes are staring, and this one suddenly runs from the group.
You have been seen, and when you and your special friend meet, you take him or her into your arms and embrace. Your face is kissed again and again and again, and you look once more into the eyes of your trusting pet.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated.
On the morning of September 11, 2001, there was an unprecedented amount of activity at the Rainbow Bridge.
Decisions had to be made, they had to be made quickly and, they were.
An issue not often addressed here, is the fact that many residents really have no loved one for whom to wait. Think of all the pups and kittens who lived and died in hideous homes. No one on earth loved and protected them. What about the many who spent unhappy lives tied in backyards? And the ones who were abused. Who do they wait for?
We don't talk much about that up here, we share our loved ones as they arrive, happy to do so. But we all know there is nothing like having your very own person who thinks you are the most special pet in the Heavens.
Last Tuesday morning a request rang out for pets not waiting for specific persons, to volunteer for special assignment. An eager, curious crowd surged excitedly forward, each pet wondering what the assignment would be. They were told by a solemn voice that unexpectedly, all at once, over 4,000 loving people had left Earth long before they were ready.
All the pets, as pets do, felt the humans' pain deep in their own hearts. Without hearing more, there was a clamouring among them - " May I have one to comfort?", "I'll take two, I have a big heart.", "I have been saving kisses forever."
One after another they came forward begging for assignment. One cosy-looking kitten hesitantly asked, "Are there any children coming? I would be very comforting for a child 'cause I'm soft and squishy and I always want to be hugged.
A group of Dalmations came forward asking to meet the Firemen and be their friends. The larger working breeds offered to greet the Police Officers and make them feel at home. Little cats volunteered to do what they do best, cuddle and purr. Cats, who on Earth, had never had a kind word or a stroke of the head, stepped forward and said, "I will love any human who needs love."
Then all the pets, wherever on Earth they originally came from, rushed to the Rainbow Bridge and stood waiting, overflowing with love to share - each tail wagging a flag.
I think this is very moving, September 11th affected us all
Of course there have been many incidents both before and after September 11th, including natural disasters for which I am sure the animals rushed forward with the same enthusiasm.
Please don't think you are alone because I've left your sight,
For I proudly sit atop a cloud and visit you each night.
The angel paws upon your skin, the nudge within your palm
Are really me inside your dreams, the quiet hours before dawn
Please know I'm waiting for you, but until your time arrives,
I'll be the touch and comfort in the dreams that fill your mind.
Little ghost cat,
Your footsteps pit-pat,
In the hallway of my mind.
The kiss of air, whisper-soft fur;
I hear the echoes of your purr;
See your pouncing shadows everywhere......
And smile through my tears
Your Sleeping Beauties
We are no longer here to say
"We Love You " on this special day.
But when we lived, we made a store
To dip in when we were no more.
At peace beside the river bowers,
We know when Mummy tends our flowers,
And waters them with private tears
And sighs, not meant for other ears.
Though we no longer play our game
And birthdays are not quite the same,
You must enjoy them for our sake,
Pretending that we're still awake.
By Ginger Greene