Paws On My Heart and the Rainbow Bridge



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 we'll 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 CareWolf
December 31, 2005-2014



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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