The 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 pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food, water and warm spring weather. The old and frail animals are young again. The abandoned animals are again surrounded by friends. Those who are maimed are made whole again. They play the whole day, every day, with each other.

There is only one thing missing. They are not with their special people who loved them here 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 perk up! The eyes water! And, suddenly this one pet bolts excitedly away from the other animals!

Your pet has seen you arrive! And when you meet your special friend again, you take him or her in your arms and embrace. Your face and nose and lips and neck are licked again and again and again… and you look once more into the soulful eyes of your loving, trusting pet.

And then, holding each other, you cross the Rainbow Bridge together… never again to be separated.

 ln Ioving memory of Isis, 1990-2003. She will always be remembered.

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Isis and Midnight

In Loving Memory of Ozzy

OZZY (Osiris)

Ozzy was a special dog
A very gentle soul
His heart was filled with love and peace
His soul was filled with joy
He taught his job of loving well
And was never cruel or bold
All he wanted was to be loved
A true friend to behold
Loyal and patient, sometimes sad
Just wanting all to love
His lessons were of love and joy
Of loving all as one
A truly unconditional love
A gap felt now he’s gone
Was sad the day he left to die
He let go with a sigh
But all our lives were blessed with love
The day Ozzy stopped by

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Ozzy enjoying his retirement in the San Juan Islands.

Isis’ Special Gift : Cartman the Rainbow Dog

RIP 4/4/98- 4/18/07

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Autumn Rain

Do not stand by my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints upon the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain and
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am that swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye (1904-2004)



In Loving Memory of McKenna

McKenna was an eleven year old German Shepherd Dog when she passed. She was a real sweetheart and a very gentle soul, very loyal and protective and my personal dog. She came into our lives when she was about four years old and had been used for breeding, until she started being attacked by the other dogs, and lived her life out happily as myspecial companion. After I lost my previous generation of dogs she came into my life right away and her name meant gift from God. She was my personal protector and saw me through some difficult times, and we both drew strength from each other.


McKenna’s Rainbow 9.2.14

The Last Battle

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this — the last battle — can’t be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don’t let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn’t want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they’ll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don’t grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We’ve been so close — we two — these years,
Don’t let your heart hold any tears.

— Unknown


In loving memory of Snickers.


I will lend to you for awhile a puppy, God said,
For you to love him while he lives
and to mourn for him when he is gone.
Maybe for 12 or 14 years, or maybe for 2 or 3
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 that 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 fold that crowd life’s land
I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love
Nor think the labor vain,
nor hate me when I come to take
my pup back again?

I fancied that I heard them say,
“Dear Lord, They Will Be Done,”
For all the joys this pup will bring
the risk of grief you’ll run.
Will you shelter him with tenderness,
Will you love him while you may?
And for the happiness you’ll know
forever grateful stay?

But should I call him back
much sooner than you’ve planned,
please brave the bitter grief that comes
and try to understand.
If, by your love, you’ve managed
my wishes to achieve,
In memory of him that you’ve loved,
cherish every moment with your faithful bundle,
and know he loved you too.

~Author Unknown


In loving memory of Lily, Sirius, Juno, Midnight, Yang and all my beloved pets who are safely over the rainbow bridge, some to return, some to run free and follow other paths. They all left pawprints on my heart and each one holds a special place there, from chickens to guinea-pigs to Princess the newt who had her own special funeral when I was a child, and even then an aspiring veterinarian. They each gave me something special to remember and many lessons to learn along the way. And so it continues…




Oh what unhappy twist of fate
Has brought you homeless to my gate,
The gate where once another stood
To beg for shelter, warmth and food?

For from that day I ceased to be
The master of my destiny,
While she, with purr and velvet paw
Became within my house the law.

She scratched the furniture and shed
And claimed the middle of my bed,
She ruled in arrogance and pride
And broke my heart the day she died.

So if you really think, oh cat
I’d willingly relive all that,
Because you come forlorn and thin
Well don’t just stand there – come on in!

~Author Unknown


Artemis, rescued in Dallas in 1998.


Coal is my step-son’s cat and no longer lives with us since sadly he stayed with my ex-husband when we moved out. I originally got him from the local shelter in Spokane. Coal is a friend to everyone and will leap on unsuspecting guests shoulders and climb in the UPS truck. He is always very sweet and a total lap cat! We miss him a lot and wish he was still here with us. He is a sweet soul.


Poem For Cats

And God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.
Are you coming then? asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.
But don’t they understand? Asked God
That you’ll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined. For all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is….forever and ever and ever.
Eventually they will understand,
Replied the glorious cat
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them
I just am….forever and ever and ever.

Author Unknown