The Rainbow Bridge
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Sindar
May 18, 1996-
Aug 8, 1998

Sindar loved the scent of flowers
Tasha
Jul 7, 1992-
Jan 7, 2007

Most beautiful one. Most beloved

My love's love transcends worlds. She has returned to me and I am whole again.

Know that my beloved is hidden from everyone
Know that she is beyond the belief of all beliefs
Know that in my heart she is as clear as the moon
Know that she is the life in my body and soul
Rumi from
The Love Poems of Rumi


"The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us, thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love."- John Muir

"A tool in your hands I am dear God, the sweetest instrument you have shaped my being into. What makes me now complete-
feeling the soul of every creature against my heart. Does every creature have a soul? Surely they do; for everything God has touched will have life forever. And all creatures he has held." - St. Francis of Assisi

Animals have soul. They can be our spirit guides in this life and when they pass over. They reincarnate as we do. They have a deep spiritual self that manifests complete unconditional love. The life after death is rich, beautiful, radiant and complex- but one that moves us closer to the light and resonance with the universal love. Lauren guided us in a meditation that helped bring me closer to my inner self and to experience Tasha. Tasha came to me- I was not seeking her that day. She came with such incredible beauty and love and yet with such simplicity and gentleness that I burst into tears. In my relationship with Tasha there was only joy- now and when she was on this plane. During and after her passing I lost no weight. I did not become sick. These things could not happen because her love for me- our relationship was so fundamentally loving that sickness could never be a part of it. At a soul level she communicates with great wisdom and complete love. Understanding this helps me understand the fundamental connection of all spirit in the universe. It is a core of my spiritual understanding and it is completely and utterly beautiful.- Lowell Greenberg

"...He knew now what had been missing from his life as a dog – peace and love. He had never felt such emotion for anyone as he felt for his wise old teacher, Shimone, who had returned, as promised, as the woman, Faith.
As Ninja Khan grew older, his black and tan coat became touched with the first frosting of silver. Faith grew older too, but she was strong as a steel knife, and seemed as if she could live forever. But things are not always as they seem.
One night, Ninja woke from his sleep, twitching restlessly on the carpet at the foot of Faith’s bed. Something had awakened him. Something familiar.
From the dim light of the stars that came through the window, Ninja looked up into the eyes of Death, with his long, cold finger pointed straight at Faith.
Without a thought for himself, in the way of the Spiritual Warrior, Ninja hurled himself between Faith and Death. Death’s bony finger chilled him to his heart.
It was at that moment that Faith realized she was not dreaming. She watched speechlessly, as Death, angry at missing his original goal, passed through the closed door of her room with a sizzling sound.
Weary from his wound, Ninja Khan hobbled toward his friend, and mind-spoke to her, “Know this, Faith. From earth we come and to earth we return. Once again a blood link has been formed between us that will exist throughout eternity.
“The gift of love freely given and freely accepted, does not end because the body dies. The energy lives on and moves into other lifetimes, other expressions of self. Ours is a love that will transcend all time and space. And we will be together again.
“You will take me in again when I have been abandoned, and I will save you again when next the arrows fly.” The dog’s lungs gave a rattling wheeze and his mind-speak was barely a whisper, “We are even, Faith…. And more than even.”
“Don’t talk anymore,” Faith pleaded. “Let me take you to the vet and you’ll get well again.”
The dog shook his head slightly, and drew in a labored breath, “Remember, Faith, the temple is but a symbol of the dream of life – a vision of the possibilities that exist in the creation of the mind. When on the threshold of a new temple, a wise man steps through eagerly, welcoming each new sunrise. We will again share the same sunrise, Faith. Remember me – when we meet again.”
And Faith placed her perfectly manicured hand onto the wide, furry paw of her Spiritual Warrior for the last time.
And the Spirit of the Ninja separated
from the body of the dog,
and spiraled up into the Light…..
traveling beyond the speed of Love
to become one with the All That Is.

And the stars sang in the sky."

from "Spirit of the Ninja," by Toni Siegel

 

 
Foggy Meadow near Mendocino, California
There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge, there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass.

When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water, and warm spring weather. The old and frail animals are young again. Those who have been maimed are made whole again. They play all day with each other.

Sunset Rainbow, Sequoia Nat'l Pk
But there is only one thing missing. They are not with their special person who loved them on Earth. So each day they run and play until the day comes when one suddenly stops playing and looks up. The nose twitches! The ears are up! The eyes are staring! And this one suddenly runs from the group!
Flowery Meadow, Yellowstone Nat'l Pk
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. Your face is kissed again and again and again, and you look once more into the eyes of your trusting pet.

Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated.

From "The Rainbow Bridge," by Paul C. Daum


Weep Not for Me, In Memory of a Beloved Cat

Weep not for me though I am gone into that gentle night.

Grieve if you will, but not for long upon my soul's sweet flight.

I am at peace, my soul's at rest

There is no need for tears.

For with your love I was so blessed.

For all those many years.

There is no pain, I suffer not,

The fear now all is gone.

Put now these things out of your thoughts,

In your memory I live on.

Remember not my fight for breath

Remember not the strife.

Please do not dwell upon my death,

But celebrate my life.

Constance Jenkins, Written in In Loving Memory of Isolde
Copyright 1992 Constance Jenkins, All Rights Reserved

 

The Rainbow Bridge
for those alone and without a friend in this life...

There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge, there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass. When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water, and warm Spring weather. Those old and frail animals are young again. Those who have been maimed are made whole again. They play all day with each other.

Some of them here are different. They were beaten, starved, tortured, and unloved. They watch wistfully as their friends leave one by one, to cross the bridge with their special person. For them there is no one, no special one. Their time on earth did not give them one.

But one day, as they run and play, they notice someone standing by the road to the bridge. This person wistfully watches the reunions of friends, for in their life, they had no pet. They were beaten, starved, tortured, and unloved.

As they stand there alone, one of the unloved pets comes up to them, curious as to why this one is alone. And as the they get nearer to each other, a miracle occurs, for these are the ones who were meant to be together. Their special person, their beloved pet, although on Earth they never met. With the meeting of two souls, the pain and the sorrow disappear, and two friends are together.

Then they cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated.

Anonymous

 

A Time To Remember

They come into our lives for such a short time- a time we wouldn't trade not even for a dime.

Then before you know it the years have flown by and then all of a sudden we're saying good-bye.

It wasn't that long ago we said our good-byes.

We held on to you tight as you closed your eyes.

Your spirit has flown home on the wings of a dove into God's loving arms; in heaven above.

Over the days we've shed many tears
but the memories we have will live on for years.

We feel your presence and we know that you are near

You're keeping us safe and calming our fears.

We think about memories from years past when you were young and strong and ran so fast.

We remember all the great times that we all had. 

How you always made us happy never made us mad.

They were the best and happiest years we had.

We'll always look back on them and never be sad.

We look forward to the time we'll be together again and we thank the Lord for such a great friend

Now you run and play up in Heaven above cradled in God's arms covered with his love.

Playing by the Bridge waiting for the day we come down through the meadow to the bridge to stay.

The love that you showed us we'll never forget because to us you're one very special pet.

You're like a star in the dark of night
always watching over us with the Lord's light.

So now we take time to remember our best friend who will always be with us even to the end.

We'll always remember you the way you were- one big lovable, huggable pile of fur.

John Quealy


Living Love

If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember... 

The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder. Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter--simply because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or front room--and when you feel it brush against you for the first time--it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many years to come. 

The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later. It will be a day like any other. Routine and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your long-time friend and see age where you once saw youth. You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw energy. And you will see sleep where you once saw activity. So you will begin to adjust your friend's diet--and you may add a pill or two to her food. And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally arrives.

And on this day--if your friend and God have not decided for you, then you will be faced with making a decision of your own--on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you---you will feel as alone as a single star in the dark night. If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as they must. And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you. But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul--a bit smaller in size than your own---seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days to come. And at moments when you least expect anything out of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against your leg--very very lightly. And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lay---you will remember those three significant days. The memory will most likely be painful, and leave an ache in your heart---As time passes the ache will come and go as it has a life of its own. You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you. If you reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either way, it will still be an ache.

But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when---along with the memory of your pet---and piercing through the heaviness in your heart---there will come a realization that belongs only to you. It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we have loved, and lost. This realization takes the form of a Living Love---like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this love will remain and grow--and be there for us to remember. It is a love we have earned. It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live. It is a love which is ours alone. And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our beloved pets--it is a love that we will always possess. 

By Martin Scot Kosins
Author of "Maya's First Rose"

 

The Best Place to Bury a Dog

“… For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes she leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not where that dog sleeps.

On a hill where the wind is not rebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream she knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pastureland where most exhilarating cattle graze.  It is one to a dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained and nothing lost – if memory lives.  But there is one best place to bury a dog.

If you bury her in this spot, she will come to you when you call – come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path and to your side again. And though you may call a dozen living dogs to heel, they shall not growl at her nor resent her coming, for she belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by her footfall, who hear no whimper, people who have never really had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them.

The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of her master…”

Author Unknown
Quoted from rec.pet.dogs.health



The Loss of a Heart-Dog

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.

I whined to you so softly as you brushed away a tear, "It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here." 

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea. You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.

I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wished I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care. I want to reassure you that I'm not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said, "It's me."

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

It's possible for me to be so near you everyday. To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew...In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over now ... I smile and watch you yawning, And say, "Goodnight, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out ... then come Home to be with me.

Author Unknown
Quoted from rec.pet.dogs.health
 

I Am Your Dog

(Author Unknown)

I am your dog and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and there, often much too fast, often not noticing the truly grand things in life. Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle.

You smile at me and I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a moment of your time? That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes, to be with me. So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of others of my kind passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly. Sometimes we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when we look at your with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes. Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep to run free in a distant land.

I may not be here tomorrow. I may not be here next week. Someday you will shed the water from your eyes that humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just one more day with me. Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have now together. So come sit down next to me here on the floor, and look deep into my eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart. Come to me not as an alpha, or as a trainer, or even as mom and dad. Come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look into one another's eyes and talk. I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even about life in general. You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such things with. Someone very different from you; and here I am. I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a dog on two feet; I know what you are. You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still.

Now, come sit with me on the floor. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes and whisper into my ears. Speak with your heart and with your joy, and I will know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is so very short.

Love,
Your Dog

 

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