The Rainbow Bridge

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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 and 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 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. The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to break away 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 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.

The painting featured on this page was commissioned by me from the artist, Jane Starr Weils. I lost my hearthound Mikayla in 2006 and the hole she left in my heart has never completely closed. We have lost many hounds over the years and each loss I will carry with me until I meet them again at the Rainbow Bridge. This breed is unlike any other, they find a place in your heart and occupy it for all your days. They are also a heartbreak breed because they always leave us too soon, some have left me as young as two and a half and others were closer to six. I am fortunate to share my home with a nine year old and every day with her is precious. Here you will find pictures of the hounds that have bounded over the Rainbow Bridge. They are chasing hares and are whole again. They aren’t limited any more by their earthly body and someday I will have the joy of running with them. Until that time I light a candle for every wolfhound I know that passes and I say a prayer for their human because it is we who are suffering, our hounds are free.

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