Just
this side of heaven is a place called the Rainbow Bridge. When
an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here,
that pet goes to the 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 begins to quiver. Suddenly he begins to run from
the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carying 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 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 the Rainbow Bridge together.....
Author
Unknown
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Lucy's Angel
Baby "El Cid"
Such a handsome
gentleman! Here is his story...
"Here
is a picture of my little Cid.
He was orphaned along with his sister, who didn't live.
When I adopted him he was barely 5 weeks old, tiny & covered
in flea dirt.
He had to have a strong name, so I called him El Cid, Cid for
short.
He always had a bit of a limp - he kind of lifted
his right rear leg high as he walked. As he aged,
this got a bit more pronounced so we had a radiograph done
& found out he had mild hip dysplasia. When he was about
13 years old,
he started to get a little wobbly in his back end & sometimes
couldn't support his back legs very well. It was decided he probably
had a degenerative spinal disease. Eventually, he had difficulty
jumping on the bed & we had to give him a boost.
In
the fall of 2004, we sold our house & began building a new
one.
We lived in our motorhome & the kitties (by this time, 4)
lived in a large garage with lots of room to roam about.
On a warm fall day, I left a waist high window open in the garage
& my little baby who had so much trouble getting on the bed,
somehow climbed out the window...
I looked
for him day & night, even going back to our former house
calling & looking for him. I never did find him.
It breaks my heart today that I left that window open.
I feel as if I failed him by not finding him...
He has visited me, though, I think to try to
set my mind at ease that he harbors no hard feelings.
On
the moon-lit nights when I was looking for him,
I'd often think I saw him but it was an oddly shaped rock.
I have moved that rock & it now "guards" the front
of our house."
Rob writes about
Katie Kitty...
"Katie
was a little four-month old I found as a stray in
Camden, NJ in a public housing project.
Some of the residents had been feeding her
and I saw her as I was about to leave the building
(I was fixing a copier there). She went 'peep-peep' at me and
I almost left
her there. I got as far as outside,
but turned around and picked her up.
She never quite learned how to meow (unless she was going to
the vet),
just went 'peep-peep' all the time.
She was my constant companion for some 12 years,
even though we almost lost her several times
from something we still don't understand.
She always cared for me and my wife
when one of us was sick (Nurse Finkus we called her -
named Finkus because she always used to annoy
her dearly departed brother Normy).
She would always come to bed when I would say
'Ok night, night' and would sleep at my feet.
We miss her terribly although we see so much
of her in our recently adopted kitty, Goofy.
I guess her final gift was to make sure we would still be cared
for.
Ok Katie, night, night."
Love,
Mom and Dad
Susan writing
about her little lady Ms. Timid...
"Anyway,
her name is Ms. Timid and she might have been
a feral to some people but she was my favorite.
She loved to be brushed and would talk to me through the screen
door.
I had to get a neighbor to take care of them
when my brother was dyng and I was gone for a year
and he fell in love with her, so she finally got brave enough
and would come in his house and then was sleeping on this bed
for her last year. I know that was all she really wanted,
was another human of her own.
She was around 15 years old, so she had a long life for a outside
cat.
But a real sad start in life. Original owner died when she was
around 2,
kids just left her here & a kind neighbor fed her
till I got her in 2001 and she was with me till 2005.
She had to be PTS this year 2007 in February for kidney failure,
right before the recall went out.
I know she was one of the cats that got a can of the bad food
I bought.
3 days later she was gone.
Thank you for posting her picture.
she was a great cat but someone had mistreated her
when she was younger and it scared her for life.
I'm so glad she knew
how much she was loved
before she died."
Aurora's breathtaking
beauty, Elvira...
Such
a brave little soul this dainty lady was!
She battled her inflammatory bowel disease with the
courage of a lioness and her Mama Aurora never gave up
nursing her precious fur-baby, no matter what.
Debbie
says:
"Here
is a poem which a friend sent to me when my angel Kala died last
year. I really liked it and hope you will, too."
Thanks
Debbie. It is beautiful. My little Stripes would approve!
Solace
for Your Grief
Author Unknown
I'll
lend you for a little while
My grandest cat, He said.
For you to love while he's alive
And mourn for when he's dead.
It
may be one or twenty years,
Or days or months, you see.
But will you, till I take him back
Take care of him for me?
He'll
bring his charms to gladden you,
And should his stay be brief
You'll have treasured memories
As solace for your grief.
I cannot
promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught on earth
I want this cat to learn.
I've
looked the wide world over
In my search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes
With trust, I have selected you.
Now
will you give him your total love?
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come
To take him back again?
I know
you'll give him tenderness
And love will bloom each day.
And for the happiness you've known
Forever grateful stay.
But
should I come and call for him
Much sooner than you'd planned
You'll brave the bitter grief that comes
And someday you'll understand.
Stripes...Sunrise
June 1, 1995
Sunset September 1, 2007
See our little
guy on YouTube!
Your
Mommies Jo and Rosy love you so much
"little brown bunny boy". Til we meet again...
Many
thanks to Dee for this BEAUTIFUL "Cat Fancy"
Tribute to Stripes!
Another
beautiful poem (thanks so much Debbie!)
A Pet's
Prayer
Treat
me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is
more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do
not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your
hand between the blows, your patience and understanding
will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak
to me often, for your voice is the worlds sweetest music, as
you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep
falls upon my waiting ear.
When
it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a
domesticated animal, no longer used to the elements. And I ask
no
greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside
the
hearth. Though, had you no home, I would rather follow you through
ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest
home
in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshipper.
Keep
my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not
reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed
me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do
your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing
and able
to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
And,
beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me
of
my health or my sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather,
hold me
gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon
of
eternal rest --- and I will leave you knowing with the last breath
I
drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
by:
Beth Norman Harris
©
Art
by Jim Warren
(used with permission)
©
Graphics by Tineke's Kattensite 2000-2007
© Music
"Over The Rainbow" sung by Judy Garland
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Clay's "Wizard of Oz" WAV Page
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