all dogs go to heaven

But first they go to Rainbow Bridge.

Sir Angus MacGyver
April 3, 1996 ~ April 14, 2006

R.I.P. my marshmallow…
I’ll see you at the bridge

The Rainbow Bridge Story

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 vigour; 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

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((random)) wow. as a dog owner, i was touched by that. damn you. you made me tear up at work! 😉 beautiful.

RYN: no, i’ve never heard of it. and i went back through your diary trying to figure out if this was your dog or what and couldn’t figure it out. if he was your dog, i’m so very sorry. all my life i was deprived of having a dog. we got our chase two and a half years ago and our lives have been the fullest they’ve ever been. i don’t know what i’d do without her…now that i’ve moved out of my …

…parents house, it’s torture only seeing her every other day or so. blah. i’m rambling…looking forward to the slide show. oh and german shepherds are my absolutely favorite breed. god, they’re beautiful. my chase is a lab…still beautiful but there’s just something strongly beautiful about sheps.

I’m sorry to here about MacGyver. This just wasn’t your day. Take care. Robert

how *sad*…i will miss the dog that was so big he couldn’t even lay down correctly 😛

sorry to read this…it can be a tough time to lose a pet one has had for many years. The poem made me think of how our dog will come running (most of the time) when we whistle for him, just as fast as he can. 🙂 ((((((hugs)))))))