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 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...

Author Unknown  

Dogs In Heaven

An old man and his dog were walking down this dirt road with fences on bothsides, they came to a gate in the fence and looked in. There were nice grassy and woody areas, just what a dog would like, but it had a sign saying "no trespassing" so they walked on. They came to a beautiful gate with a person in white robes standing there

"Welcome to Heaven," He said. The old man was happy, and started in with his dog following him.

The Gatekeeper stopped him. "Dogs aren't allowed, I'm sorry but he can't come with you."

"What kind of Heaven won't allow dogs? If he can't come in, then I will stay out with him. He's been my faithful companion all his life, I can't desert him now."

"Suit yourself, but I have to warn you, the Devil's on this road, and he'll try to sweet talk you into his area, he'll promise you anything, but, the dog can't go there either. If you won't leave the dog, you'll spend Eternity on this road." said the Gatekeeper.

So the old man and dog went on. They came to a rundown fence with a gap in it, no gate, just a hole.

Another old man was inside. "Scuse me Sir, my dog and I are getting mighty tired, mind if we come in and sit in the shade for a while?" "Of course" said the old man. There's some cold water under that tree over there. Make yourselves comfortable."

"You're sure my dog can come in? The man down the road said dogs weren't allowed anywhere."

The old man behind the fence said, "Would you come in if you had to leave the dog?" "No sir, that's why I didn't go to Heaven, he said the dog couldn't come in. We'll be spending Eternity on this road, and a glass of cold water and some shade would be mighty fine right about now. But, I won't come in if my buddy here can't come too, and that's final"

The man smiled a big smile and said "Welcome to Heaven."

"You mean this is Heaven? Dogs ARE allowed? How come that fellow down the road said they weren't?"

The old man said, "That was the Devil and he gets all the people who are willing to give up a life long companion for a comfortable place to stay. They soon find out their mistake, but, then it's too late. The dogs come here, the fickle people stay there. GOD wouldn't allow dogs to be banned from Heaven. After all, HE created them to be man's companions in life. Why would he separate them in death?"

Without dogs in Heaven, it would be Hell.

Author Unknown  

A Hunter's Prayer

A hunter shot at a flock of geese that flew within his reach.

Two were stopped in their rapid flight and fell on the sandy beach.

The male bird lay at the water's edge and just before he died,
He faintly called to his wounded mate and she dragged herself to his side.

She bent her head and crooned to him in a way distressed and wild,

Caressing her one and only mate as a mother would a child.
Then covering him with her broken wing and gasping with failing breath,

She laid her head against his breast, a feeble honk . . .then death.

This story is true, though crudely told. I was the man in this case.

I stood knee-deep in snow and cold, and the hot tears burned my face.

I buried the birds in the sand where they lay, wrapped in my hunting coat.

And I threw my gun and belt in the bay, when I crossed in the open boat.

Hunters will call me a right poor sport and scoff at the thing I did,

But that day something broke in my heart, and shoot again?

God forbid.

Author Unknown