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In
great
despair,
I
bowed
my
head
and
then
began
to
pray.
"Dear
Lord
will
I
see,
my
dog
again
someday?"
I
raised
my
eyes
and
saw
an
angel
standing
by
my
side
I
sensed
an
inner
peace
I'd
never
felt
before
that
day.
The
angel
smiled
and
said
to
me,
"Oh
one
of
little
faith!
The
Lord
sees
every
bird
that
falls:
He
knows
your
furchild's
fate.
I've
met
your
little
dog
as
he
passed
along
my
way.
Your
precious
dog
is
here
with
us;
he's
just
outside
this
gate.
Paradise
is
much
lovelier
than
you
can
comprehend.
No
pain
or
grief,
no
tears
or
fears,
and
life
without
an
end.
He
designed
this
special
place
of
rolling
hills and
skies
so
blue
So
why
would
he
withhold
from
you,
your
pure
and
loving
friend?"
The
angel
took
me
by
the
hand
and
said,
"Now
come
with
me.
A
glimpse
of
paradise
I'll
give,
to
you
so
that
you
can
see."
Through
the
gate
and
to
the
Rainbow
Bridge
we
did
proceed~
Through
green
valleys
filled
with
flowers,
rolling
hills,
and
trees.
"So
this
is
paradise?,"
I
asked.
The
place
is
filled
with
joy.
I
see
my
pupper
playing
there,
with
dogs
and
cats
and
toys.
He
also
had
some
doggie
treats,
and
food
that
he
enjoyed.
He'd
made
a
lot
of
new
friends
there,
including
girls
and
boys.
Then
I
saw
a
child
come
near,
and
hug
my
little
pup.
She
said
to
him,
"I
love
you
so,"
and
kissed
him
on
the
face.
The
angel
said,
"The
child
just
crossed
the
Rainbow
Bridge
today.
Now
she
needs
a
little
friend,
to
love
and
help
her
play.
G-d's
love
for
her
would
be
enough,
in
that
make
no
mistake.
But
in
His
love,
He
knew
full
well,
the
child
would
love
a
mate.
That
is
why
when
he
saw
your
dog
in
this
splendid
place.
He entrusted
her
to
him,
until
you
pass
through
the
gate."
I
pleaded,
"May
I
hug
them
both?"
The
angel
answered,
"No,
You'd
violate
a
sacred
site,
and
now
it's
time
to
go."
He
led
me
back
across
the
Bridge
and
through
the
gate
to
home.
He
left
me
there
with
newfound
hope
and
peace
within
my
soul.
If
someone
ever
asks
what
happens
to a
dog
that
dies,
Just
give
a
gentle
smile
of
joy
and
look
them
in
the
eye.
Take
their
hand,
comfort
them,
and
tell
them
not
to
cry.
For
dogs
don't
die,
they
simply
cross
the
bridge
to
paradise.
~~Author
unknown~~
Hear our humble prayer, O God, for our friends, the animals.
Especially for animals who are suffering;
For any that are hunted or lost or deserted or frightened or hungry;
For all that must be put to death.
We entreat for them all Thy mercy and pity,
and for those who deal with them
We ask a heart of compassion and gentle hands and kindly words.
Make us, ourselves, to be true friends to animals
And so to share the blessings of the merciful.
Albert Schweitzer
Some say the Rainbow Bridge is a fantasy
That there is no place where our babies run free
But I hold the belief and hope in my heart
That my loved ones and I are not far apart
Warmed by the glow that radiates from above
I travel through life still touched by their love
From the moment I knew their souls took flight
My cries could be heard piercing the night
They come to me from that special star
I can't see them but I feel they aren't far
I sense they’re here to lessen my pain
And show me we will be together again
They will be here to teach me to fly
When the day comes for me to take to the sky
Up to the heavens with my angels I’ll soar,
And from that day on, we'll part nevermore
 
© Carol Ross aka Nashoba Ahalaia aka CareWolf
December 31, 2005-2008
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The
one
absolutely
unselfish
friend
that
man
can
have
in
this
selfish
world,
the
one
that
never
deserts
him,
the
one
that
never
proves
ungrateful
or
treacherous,
is
his
dog.
A
man's
dog
stands
by
him
in
prosperity
and
in
poverty,
in
health
and
in
sickness.
He
will
sleep
on
the
cold
ground,
where
the
wintry
winds
blow
and
snow
drives
fiercely,
if
only
he
may
be
near
his
master's
side.
He
will
kiss
the
hand
that
has
no
food
to
offer,
he
will
lick
the
wounds
and
sores
that
come
in
encounter
with
the
roughness
of
the
world.
He
guards
the
sleep
of
his
pauper
master
as
if
he
were
a
prince.
When
all
other
friends
desert
he
remains.
When
riches
take
wings
and
reputation
falls
to
pieces,
he
is
as
constant
in
his
love
as
the
sun
in
its
journey
through
the
heavens,
friendless
and
homeless,
the
faithful
dog
asks
no
higher
privilege
than
that
of
accompanying
him
to
guard
against
danger,
to
fight
against
his
enemies;
and
when
the
last
scene
of
all
comes
and
death
takes
the
master
in
its
embrace
and
his
body
is
laid
away
in
the
cold
ground,
no
matter
if
all
other
friends
pursue
their
way,
there,
by
his
graveside,
will
the
noble
dog
be
found,
his
head
between
his
paws,
his
eyes
sad
but
open
in
alert
watchfulness,
faithful
and
true
even
to
death.
George
Graham
Vest
(1830-1904)
Johnson
County
Circuit
Court
Warrensburg,
Missouri
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