Sorry for your loss. I lost my best friend to cancer4 1/2 yrs ago. I have another Collie who is now 13 and a Shiloh Shepherd who is 3 but I still miss my friend. Remember the good time and forget the bad. Sally will be waqiting at the Bridge.
Bob
LIVING LOVE
If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life
you will always remember....
The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring
home your young new friend.
You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have
asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in
finding a breeder. Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may
have just chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter--simple
because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you
bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim
its special place in your hall or front room--and when you
feel it brush against you for the first time--it instills a
feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many
years to come.
The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later.
It will be a day like any other.
Routine and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you
will look at your longtime friend and see age where you once
saw youth. You will see slow deliberate steps where you once
saw energy. And you will see sleep when you once saw
activity. So you will begin to adjust your friend's diet--and
you may add a pill or two to her food. And you may feel a
growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming
emptiness. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off,
until the third day finally arrives.
And on this day--if your friend and God have not decided for
you, then you will be faced with making a decision of your own--on behalf of your lifelong friend,and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you--you will feel as long as a single star in the dark night.
If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as
often as they must. And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you.
But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished
through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul--a bit smaller in size than your own--seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days to come.
And at moments when you least expect anything out of the
ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against your leg--very very lightly.
And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps
dearest, friend used to lay--you will remember those three significant days. The memory will most likely to be painful, and leave an ache in your heart--As time passes the ache will come and go as if it has a life of its own. You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you. If you reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either way, it will still be an ache.
But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when--along
with the memory of your pet--and piercing through the heaviness in your heart--there will come a realization that belongs only to you. It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we have loved, and lost. This realization takes the form of a Living Love--like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this Love will remain and grow--and be there for us to remember. It is a love we have earned. It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live. It is a Love which is ours alone. And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our Beloved Pets--it is a Love we will always possess.
(by Martin Scot Kosins)
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...
