Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Day 73 Thor

At 9:53 this morning I said goodbye to my friend. I held him tightly and had my hand over his heart as life left his worn out body. I wept over him for a short time and then left the veterinarian's office, still in tears. I came home and then cried some more. It isn't easy saying good bye to a good friend. Below is a poem I found when I lost my Golden Retriever Isaiah. You may have heard of it. It's called the 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...

I miss you, my friend.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for sharing this, John. It brings tears to my eyes as I read it, thinking of my loved ones of the animal kind that have passed on.