In Loving Memory
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 injoyous 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....
North of The Rainbow Bridge
The time comes. A Siberian Husky lifts up its head. There is an untested adventure beyond. Time to go.
Across the Rainbow Bridge is a place for all dogs. A river runs wide and
shallow with tennis balls that fly with their own wings; that is the place
for a Labrador or Golden to await its master's arrival.
The Siberian is not content here. Northward is its trail....
There are soft pastures for Aussies and Border Collies, with sheep and
geese to pen. Agility equipment grows like trees amid Frisbees and flyball.
But the North continues its sure wild call, and the Siberian's journey continues....
Now the air is colder. Now the moon is always full. Now the light is
silver and it breaks and shimmers on fields of bright snow. Now there are
no roads, no walls, no pens, just endless space to run. This is where
Siberians gather, North of the Rainbow Bridge.
They wait in this beautiful place, happy, but not complete. Suddenly, a
howl begins, as one dog senses someone coming, someone very special. All
the Siberians raise their heads and join in the ancient chorus. They dance
like moonbeams and sing like winter winds.
There are red ones like dawn streaks, black ones splattered with many
colors and silver ones like the first strange hour before light. They line
up as if in harness and run together, in a scintillating, many-colored
streak. The leader of the team guides the others past the fields and
river, with racing feet and racing heart. They rush to greet the new
arrival at the Rainbow Bridge, where the leader is rejoined with its
beloved person, never to be parted again.
The glory of the reunion is celebrated by all the Siberians dwelling
beyond the Bridge, a glimmering, multicolored team leaping and whirling
with joy. The light from that scene is what we see on magical evenings in
the northernmost parts of this Earth: The Aurora Borealis, the Northern
Lights beyond the Rainbow Bridge.