The Legend of Rainbow Bridge

by William N. Britton All rights reserved.

Reprinted with the permission of the author.

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When a pet dies who has been especially close to a person here on earth, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.

There are beautiful meadows and grassy hills there for all our special friends so they can run and play together. There is always plenty of their favorite food to eat, plenty of fresh spring water for them to drink, and every day is filled with sunshine so our little friends are warm and comfortable.

All the pets that had been ill or old are now restored to health and youth. Those that had been hurt or maimed are now whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The pets we loved are happy and content except for one small thing. Each one misses someone very special who was left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one of them suddenly stops and looks off into the distance hills. It is as if they heard a whistle or were given a signal of some kind. Their eyes are bright and intent. Their body begins to quiver. All at once they break away from the group, flying like a deer over the grass, their little legs carrying them faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you hug and cling to them in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. Happy kisses rain upon your face. Your hands once again caress the beloved head. You look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart. Then with your beloved pet by your side, you will cross the Rainbow Bridge together. Your Sacred Circle is now complete again.

My Gift To Jesus

I wish someone had given little Jesus
A cat as loyal and loving as mine
To sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes
And adore Him for being divine.

As Our Lord grew to manhood,
His own faithful cat would have
Followed Him all through the day
While He preached to the crowds
And made the sick well
And knelt in the Garden to pray.

It is sad to remember that Christ when away
To face death alone and apart,
With no tender cat following close behind
To comfort it's Master's heart.

And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn,
How happy He would have been
As His cat kissed His hand and
Meowed its delight
For the One who died for all men!

Well the Lord has a cat now;
I just sent Him mine,
The old pal so dear to me.
And I smile through my tears on this first day alone
Knowing they're in eternity.

~ Author unknown ~