Just this side of heaven is a place called The Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies, one that has been especially close to someone ( and ones who have not been close or had no one, to be adopted later), that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food and water, sunshine and cozy beds, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who have 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, someone who had to be left behind.
They all run together and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His or her bright eyes are intent; their eager body quivers. Suddenly, they break from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carry 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 on your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together.
On June 11, 2018 I lost my 4 legged furry best friend.
He will be forever missed, but has left paw prints on my heart forever just like all the rest. To know he is not in any more pain and yes i Believe in the Rainbow Bridge, it just don’t make it any better.