WELCOME AT RAINBOW BRIDGE (Tribute to Brunna)

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[technochick99]

"A Loan From God"

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."

[SAMWolf]

Near this spot Are deposited the Remains Of one
Who Possessed Beauty Without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity.
And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices.
This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery
If inscribed over Human Ashes,
Is but a just tribute to the
Memory of "Brunna," a Dog

This was always my favorite.

[technochick99]

A Dog for Jesus

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.

[Lazamataz]

Geez! Is it your desire to have us bawling uncontrollably?

(sniff)

[I_be_tc]

My husband and I have never had children, so over the past 22 years (and many more when I was single) we have loved and lost several animal babies. To this day, I sometimes wake up with a heavy heart for some of my past loved animals. A different one each time. None can ever take the place of another, but everytime I love them deeply.

My thoughts and prayers are with you. Have a HAPPY BIRTHDAY knowing your precious chow loved you!

TC

[technochick99]

A Glimpse of the Rainbow Bridge

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

[technochick99]

Lend Me a Pup

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.

-author unknown

[JRandomFreeper]

"THE POWER OF THE DOG"

Rudyard Kipling

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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
Love unflinching that cannot lie—
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find—it's your own affair—
But . . . you've given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!).
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve.
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long—
So why in—Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear ?

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/john

[JRandomFreeper]

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[HairOfTheDog]

{sniff} This is so very sweet techno....

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!!

[HairOfTheDog]

Oops... last post was supposed to go to you as well!! Hair.

[Tennessee_Bob]

Geez! Is it your desire to have us bawling uncontrollably?

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.

[HairOfTheDog]

Wait!-we are missing Brunna pic!!

Brunna

[catonsville]

Dogs are the princes of frolic. Their lives are much too short...their only fault really.

----------------------------------------------- THIS IS THE PROSE THAT STARTED IT ALL.

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)

[technochick99]

his eager body begins to quiver

Well we know of one dog that quivers well...

[Lazamataz]

Well we know of one dog that quivers well...

I quiver back.

[HairOfTheDog]

Thanks for finding that original Rainbow Bridge.... I was looking!

One more good one...

Every boy should have a dog
It teaches him to turn around three times before lying down.
Robert Benchley

[technochick99]

One can only research this topic for so long before losing the ability to see the screen.

[HairOfTheDog]

From my Gun Dog book:

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.
Gene Hill

[mafree]

Thanks for the flag- #19 is especially sweet.