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My best friend, Gusto, died on Saturday, February 8,
1997. It's really tough when the being that meant the most
to me, that gave me so much joy, who was always there; is no
longer by my side. I guess the only good thing is: It
doesn't get any worse than this; things will get better.
These pages are my therapy; and they are the hardest piece
of work I have ever done.
Being at a loss for words, I scoured the net searching for
words that would convey the feelings I have about Gusto, and
for dogs in general. I found some comfort when I learned
about the "Rainbow Bridge". I had seen the reference
before, but it didn't have much relevance; until now.
Here's the story . . .
Rainbow
Bridge
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.
But, there is 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.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend
meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be
parted again. Your face is kissed again and again and again;
your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once
more into the eyes of your trusting pet, so long gone from
your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to
be separated.
- Author Unknown
You can read more about the Rainbow Bridge by following this link.
Take plenty of tissue with you.
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