Skip to comments.WELCOME AT RAINBOW BRIDGE (Tribute to Brunna)
Posted on 12/14/2001 9:49:45 AM PST by technochick99
Last night, EnnisExile posted here that:
My beloved 10-yr old Chow-Keeshund cross - Brunna - dropped dead in my back yard just after midnight this morning. I'd just let him out, as requested, of course, and went to bring him 10 minutes later. I couldn't believe my eyes. I found him lying by the back fence and immediately called the police. However, they (and later the Vet Hospital) found no signs of injury or other exterior trauma. The (un-autopsied) conclusion is 'natural causes,' probably massive heart attack.
I have not slept and I'm running on adrenaline. Knowing that when that subsides my heart will surely be ripped from my chest.
I am an older (59) woman who lives alone and has no family on the NA continent. I am bereft. I dread Christmas. I dread my birthday tomorrow.
Would appreciate prayers.
I would love to post a pic of my Brunna but don't know how. Thanks for taking the time to read this.
I started looking for a few nice poems to post, and the next thing I knew, it was hours later and my keyboard was slightly damp. It dawned on me that this will probably be a very tough Christmas for many people in our country.
This is my first 'pure' vanity, and since I'm an FR purist, I will post an animal related tribute to the 9/11 victims on here to tie it into the politics of the day.
EnnisExile, you might live alone, but with FR you are NEVER alone...
Letter From Your Pet In Heaven
To my dearest family,
some things I'd like to say.
But first of all, to let you know,
that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from the Bridge.
Here I dwell with God above.
Here there's no more tears of sadness
Here is just eternal love.
Please do not be unhappy
just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I am with you
every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you
when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me
and He said, "I welcome you.
It's good to have you back again,
you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family,
They'll be here later on."
God gave me a list of things,
that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list,
was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night
the day's chores put to flight,
God and I are closest to you...
in the middle of the night.
When you think of my life on earth,
and all those loving years,
because you are only human,
they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry:
it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers,
unless there was some rain.
I wish that I could tell you
all that God has planned.
If I were to tell you,
you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain,
though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now,
than I ever was before.
There are rocky roads ahead of you
and many hills to climb;
But together we can do it
by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy
and I'd like it for you too;
That as you give unto the world,
the world will give to you.
If you can help somebody
who's in sorrow and pain;
Then you can say to God at night...
"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented...
that my life was worthwhile.
Knowing as I passed along
I made somebody smile.
God says: "If you meet somebody
who is sad and feeling low;
Just lend a hand to pick him up,
as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street
with me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps
only half a step behind."
"And when it's time for you to go...
from that body to be free.
Remember you're not going...
you're coming here to me."
And for the victims of the WTC attack (the Rainbow Bridge is a place where animals who have died await their human companions):
WELCOME AT RAINBOW BRIDGE
by AlexanderTheodore, Bouvier, Fourth Year Resident
On the morning of September 11, 2001, there was an unprecedented amount of activity at the Rainbow Bridge. Decisions had to be made. They had to be made quickly. And, they were.
An issue, not often addressed here, is the fact that many residents really have no loved one for whom to wait. Think of the pups who lived and died in hideous puppy mills. No one on earth loved or protected them. What about the many who spent unhappy lives tied in backyards? And, the ones who were abused. Who are they to wait for?
We don't talk about that much up here. We share our loved ones as they arrive, happy to do so. But we all know there is nothing like having your very own person who thinks you are the most special pup in the Heavens.
Last Tuesday morning a request rang out for pups not waiting for specific persons to volunteer for special assignment... An eager, curious crowd surged excitedly forward, each pup wondering what the assignment would be.
They were told by a solemn voice that unexpectedly, all at once, over 4,000 loving people had left Earth long before they were ready.
All the pups, as all pups do, felt the humans' pain deep in their own hearts. Without hearing more, there was a clamoring among them - "May I have one to comfort?" "I'll take two, I have a big heart." "I have been saving kisses forever."
One after another they came forward begging for assignment. One cozy-looking fluffy pup hesitantly asked, "Are there any children coming? I would be very comforting for a child 'cause I'm soft and squishy and I always wanted to be hugged." A group of Dalmatians came forward asking to meet the Firemen and be their friends. The larger working breeds offered to greet the Police Officers and make them feel at home.
Little dogs volunteered to do what they do best, cuddle and kiss. Dogs who on Earth had never had a kind word or a pat on the head, stepped forward and said, "I will love any human who needs love."
Then all the dogs, wherever on Earth they originally came from, rushed to the Rainbow Bridge and stood waiting, overflowing with love to share - each tail wagging an American Flag.
Happy Birthday, EnnisExile...
I love all the poems you so painstakingly researched. Would you believe, the ONLY ball my Brunna liked to play with was a yellow tennis ball, so that reference was very special.
I know many of you will offer your sympathies/happy(?)birthdays on this thread and I will say just one universal "thank you" now for those welcome expressions. My grief just does not permit me to answer every one.
Maybe damnlimey could post Brunna's picture on here again, just so that I can save the whole thread as a wonderful memorial to a wonderful pet.
When I woke this morning I felt very odd
I don't know why but I felt close to God
The sun was shining, the birds were singing
The music was soft, the bells were ringing
And puppies were romping at play
What a pleasant start to a wonderful day
I remember lying down to take a nap
I remember I had my head in her lap
I remember the sad look in her eye
I remember I had never seen her cry
I remember I wanted to ask her why
I remember hearing her say "Good Bye"
I wanted to say don't cry for me
I wanted to say just remember me
I wanted to say I remember the toys
I wanted to say I remember the joys
I wanted to say I remember your touch
I wanted to say I loved you so much
I wanted to say what an angel you've been
For showing me the way to him
When I woke up I knew there would be no pain
When I woke up I knew I could play in the rain
You've taken care of me all my life
You've guarded me from trouble and strife
You've been with me through good and bad
You've always stopped me from being sad
You've given me treats and given me care
You told me what to expect when I got there
So please don't cry wipe the tears from your eye
I'll look down upon you with a woof and a sigh
I'll gather my courage and march up to God
I'll ask him when you get there to give you a nod
For you were my master you were my friend
And I'll be waiting for you at the rainbows end.
~ Dr. Kal Kalnasy ~
Don't grieve too long for now I'm free
I've followed the path God set for me
I ran to Him when I heard His call
I swished my tail and left it all.
I could not stay another day
To meow, to love, to romp or play
Games left unplayed must stay that way
I found such peace; it made my day.
My parting has left you with a void
Please feel it with remembered joy
A friendship shared, your laugh, a kiss
Oh yes, these things I too shall miss
Be not burdened with times of sorrow
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow
My life's been full, you've given so much
Your time, your love and gentle touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief
Lift up your head and share with me
God wanted me; He set me free!!
You had me going there for a minute - you're such a cut-up! And thanks for your kind thoughts in post #10.
I know. I'm almost there right now. My dog is tore up from cancer. It's so hard to know when is the right time to put him down. I don't want to prolong any suffering, but I don't want to take any of his precious time away. He still plays at the park, so I think he's alright for now. Still it breaks my heart to watch him be sick. It's just tearing me up inside.
The only way I can explain the feeling is a nauseating knot in the pit of your stomach and in the very base of your soul.
Funny you said that. These words to a Led Zeppelin song fill my mind:
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You don't have to go oh oh oh oh
You don't have to go oh oh oh oh
You don't have to go
Ay ay ay ay ay ay
All those tears I cry ay ay ay ay
All those tears I cry oh oh ah ay
Baby please don't go
When I read the letter you wrote me
it made me mad mad mad
When I read the words that it told me
It made me sad sad sad
But I still love you so
I can't let you go
I love you - ooh baby I love you
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Every breath I take oh oh oh oh
Oh every move I make ay ay oh
Baby please don't go
Ay ay ay ay ay ay
It hurts me to my soul oh oh oh oh
You hurt me to my soul oh
Darling please don't go
When I read the letter you sent me
it made me mad mad mad
When I read the news that it broke
It made me sad sad sad
But I still love you so
And I can't let you go
I love you - ooh baby I love you"
God promised at the birth of time,
A special friend to give,
His time on earth is short, he said,
So love him while he lives.
It may be six or seven years,
Or twelve or then sixteen,
But will you, till I call him back,
Take care of him for me?
A wagging tail and cold wet nose,
And silken velvet ears,
A heart as big as all outdoors,
To love you through the years.
His puppy ways will gladden you,
And antics bring a smile,
As guardian or friend he will,
Be loyal all the while.
He'll bring his charms to grace your life,
And though his stay be brief,
When he's gone the memories,
Are solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return,
But lessons only a dog can teach,
I want you each to learn.
Whatever love you give to him,
Returns in triple measure,
Follow his lead and gain a life,
Brim full of simple pleasure.
Enjoy each day as it comes,
Allow your heart to guide,
Be loyal and steadfast in love,
As the dog there by your side.
Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call,
To take him back again?
I fancy each of us would say,
"Dear Lord, thy will be done,
For all the joy this dog shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
"We'll shelter him with tenderness,
We'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay.
"But shall the angels call for him,
Much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand."
This was always my favorite.
I wish someone had given Jesus a dog
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 faithful dog
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 went away
To face death alone and apart
With no tender dog following close behind
To comfort its Master's heart.
And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn
How happy He would have been
As his dog kissed His hands and barked its delight
For the One who died for all men.
Well, the Lord has a dog 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.
My thoughts and prayers are with you. Have a HAPPY BIRTHDAY knowing your precious chow loved you!
Was it today; yesterday; a week; a month ago?
There are no days; there are no nights since my furchild died.
I reach to pet my furry friend who is no longer here.
My heart is broken; my arms are empty; how many tears I've cried.
I leave the house, into the lane we always walked together.
The rain is falling. I notice not. Just more tears on my face.
She used to lead me down the lane. Her spirit leads me still.
But we go a different way to a very strange and different place.
I stand before a rustic bridge I've never seen before.
I stop. I know I'm not to cross. But why, I want to know.
And then the rain suddenly stops. I look up into the clouds.
I look down. The bridge is gone and in its place is a rainbow.
I look across the Rainbow Bridge and see a joyful sight;
Thousands of healthy furchildren playing with my beloved pet.
I want to run and love her, but I'm rooted to the spot.
She looks and wags her tail and I hear her bark, "Not yet."
And then her bark turns to a voice and I hear her say,
"You cared for me, you played with me and loved me to the end.
I'm healthy now, don't cry for me. I'll meet you here again.
Others need your love and care. I'm sending you a friend."
I rub my eyes and the rainbow is again a rustic bridge.
I send a prayer for that quick glimpse to the loving God above.
I hear a noise and glance back down. I can't believe my eyes.
Across the bridge, my darling pet sent a furbaby for me to love.
I pick up the furry bundle, hold her close to my dampened cheek.
She nuzzles my neck, kisses my tears. It's true love at first sight.
Not to replace the one who's gone; another who needs my love and care.
My eyes are drawn upward to see a Rainbow Bridge in radiating light.
Copyright, 1995 Jean L.Mowry-Everett
I will lend to you for awhile,
a pup, God said,
For you to love him while he lives
and mourn for him when he's dead.
Maybe for twelve or fourteen years,
or maybe two or three
But will you, 'till I call him back,
take care of him for me.
He'll bring his charms to gladden you
and (should his stay be brief)
you'll always have his memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
since all from earth return
But there are lessons taught below
I want this pup to learn.
I've looked the whole world over
in search of teachers true
And from the folk that crowd's life's land
I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love
Nor think the labour vain,
Nor hate me when I come to take my Pup back again.
I fancied that I heard them say
"Dear Lord Thy Will be Done,"
For all the joys this Pup will bring,
the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness
we'll love him while we may
And for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay
But should you call him back
much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
and try to understand.
If, by our love, we've managed,
your wishes to achieve
In memory of him we loved,
to help us while we grieve,
When our faithful bundle departs this world of strife,
We'll have yet another Pup and love him all his life.
"THE POWER OF THE DOG"
|THERE is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
When the body that lived at your single will,
We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
One more that I love:
A Dog's Prayer:
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart is more grateful for kindness than mine.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I would lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will teach me more quickly the things I need to know.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I would never 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 to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
Even though, if you had no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow, When it is cold and wet, please take me inside. For I am a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, and your companionship my greatest joy, as you must know by the wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
And beloved master, when old age or illness deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you.
Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful treatment I deserve.. and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
For all the loved dogs and critters out there (and those who need love)! Thank you for giving your love to your Brunna!!
I'm glad you said it. It's been over ten years, and I still miss Sweets. She was my German Shepherd-Husky. She was 15 years old, her hips had gone out, she had cancer all through her, and every day was a struggle for her. I was in the Air Force, stationed in Las Vegas, and my parents called to tell me how bad off she was. I wrote her this huge letter about how I would miss her, and about how much fun we had had, and about how much I loved her. I asked my parents to have her put down, because it was hurting her more to stay alive. They called me a few days later to tell me that they had read it to her as they had her put to sleep. Lord, I loved that dog.
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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, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who have 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 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 ... (Author Unknown)
Well we know of one dog that quivers well...
I quiver back.
One more good one...
Every boy should have a dog
It teaches him to turn around three times before lying down.
Regarding dogs, I like them all - pointers, setters, retrievers, spaniels... I have had good ones and bad of several kinds. Most of the bad ones were my fault and most of the good ones would have been good under any circumstances.
And thanks to you, Brunna, for connecting me with all of these caring people in my grief. Now you see why I spent so much of our precious time at the computer. But sure who was to know that time would end so soon.
Splash, Ginger and Skipper. . . I love you and we will go play as soon as I get there.
I haven't cried this much in a good long time. Some of these writings I was familiar with, others not. Thanks to everyone for their contributions. I am going to hold Rocky and Lillian Gish close to my heart and thank God for their precious comfort. I hope you will find another companion when the time is right.
MISSING OUR DOGS
Old Men miss many dogs.
They only live a dozen years,if that,
And by the time you are sixty, there are several
The names of which evoke remembering smiles.
You see them in your mind,heads cocked and seated.
You see them by your bed, or in the rain,
Or sleeping by the fire by nights
And always dying.
You are young but they are old. They go,
The German shepherd and the poodle,
The bassett hound and mutt.
They are remembered like departed children
Though they gave vastly more than ever they took,
And finally you're seeing dogs that look like them.
They pass you in the street but never turn
Although it seems they should,their faces so familiar.
Old men miss many dogs.