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 of 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, someone who was 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 begins to quiver. Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, 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 those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together...


"Alice" a/k/a "Banana Bread"
Crossed Rainbow Bridge: January 16, 2004


Alice was killed instantly by a speeding truck today.
The driver never slowed down before or after.

Alice will be missed by all whose lives she touched.
Alice collage

Initial Post: January 12, 2004

LOST [January 11, 2004], BORZOI / RUSSIAN WOLFHOUND - FEMALE, Hamburg, (Buffalo Area) New York


Friendship's Tapestry

The subtle love between two friends is so hard to define, especially when one is human and the other is canine. It is not a square or circle or even a straight line; It's somehow like a tapestry with colors soft and bold, Yet deep within the weaving there are tiny threads of gold.

Yes, rare and oh so lovely were your friendships' threads of gold, For they will last a lifetime and then when my story's told, Someone will hold my tapestry and turn it towards the light. Tiny points, those threads of gold will gleam and shine so bright. And they may think - it's just a thread like green or red or blue; Perhaps they'll never ever know that golden thread was you.

I've been thinking lately how you've touched my life just so - Of how you were so dear to me - with your warm heart and cold nose. That even now though are gone from here and we are now apart, Your golden thread of friendship still will weave within my heart.

Author Unknown