WARNING: If you have ever lost a pet, this might just make you cry. It makes me cry every time I read it.
When my Miko passed away in September of 2003, I chose to have him cremated and have his ashes returned to me. The people at our veterinarian’s office were amazingly nice through the whole thing. Within a week after Miko’s passing, I got a call that he was ready to be picked up.
I was expecting just a container of ashes. I got a lovely package with his ashes in a tin; a certificate promising that he was cremated alone and these are truly his ashes; his paw print cast in clay; a candle and candle holder with his name on it; and a poem called 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 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 quivers. Suddenly he begins to run 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.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together…