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| The Rainbow Bridge Just this side of Heaven lies the Rainbow Bridge.
When a beloved pet dies, it goes to the Rainbow Bridge. It makes friends with other animals and frolics over rolling hills and peaceful, lush meadows of green.
Our pets do not thirst or hunger. The old and sick are made young once more; the maimed and the ill become healed and strong. They are as healthy and playful as we remember them in days gone by.
Though happy and
content, they still miss someone very special, someone they had
to leave behind.
Together, the animals chase and play, but the day comes when a pet will suddenly stop and look into the distance... bright eyes intent, eager body quivering. Suddenly recognizing you, your pet bounds quickly across the green fields and into your embrace. You celebrate in joyous reunion. You will never again separate. Happy tears and kisses are warm and plenty; your hands caress the face you missed. You look once more into the loving eyes of your pet, and know that you never really parted. You realize that though out of sight, your love had been remembered.
And now you cross the Rainbow Bridge together... M. A. Preston
The Rainbow Bridge For Breeders Every breeder knows the heartbreak of trying to save a dying puppy. It may be an injury, or an obvious birth defect, but more often, there simply isn’t any reason that we can see. Often, the mother knows – her keen sense of smell, or some level of intuition that we humans lack – she knows that this puppy isn’t going to make it, and instinct often makes her push this puppy aside and save her efforts and energy for the ones who will live. We know it’s hopeless; no one ever saves these “fading puppies.” But we keep them extra warm, we rock them, we put them on their mother’s nipples, or when they are too weak to drink, we drip formula down their throats. And inevitably, the ending comes, and we cry, and mourn, and console ourselves that at least “we did the best that we could.” We want to believe that this is Nature’s, or God’s, way, but it is so very hard to believe. This story is for all of those breeders who have held a dying puppy and cried: ************************ Sometimes a dog comes to Rainbow Bridge who has never known kindness from a human being. Theirs was the hard life of a stray in the street, or worse, an abusive home. All they wanted from humans was a word of kindness, or a gentle pat; all they have known from humans is yelling, screaming, thrown objects, kicks, or worse. They have run from humans all of their lives. So this dog has no one to wait for at Rainbow Bridge. They have no way to get into Heaven. So instead, they are sent back to Earth as newborn puppies, destined to stay for just a few hours or days. They are sent back to a good and conscientious breeder, who holds them, and rocks them, trying to keep them warm, who drips formula down their throats and tries to make them comfortable until they finally slip away. And then, they each return to Rainbow Bridge, and they understand what the other dogs are waiting for there. They each have their own human to wait for now, the one whose soft voice and gentle hands gave them the only tenderness they had ever known. And when that breeder finally passes from this Earth, these little lost souls join in greeting this human, their human, and they cross over Rainbow Bridge together into Heaven.
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