Bulldogs World

I found this poem at a local rescues' site, and I posted it the last few months, in  honor of those who recently crossed.

I really dont like posting it, because it means we have lost another friend, but I feel the need too, for the families.

I hope the following poem helps you and your family, if only for a moment.

Chester, it is time for you to go play with your sister Lily at the bridge, but let it be known, you have touch all of our hearts, they said you were rescued, where as I think you were the one who rescued us.

Gizmo and Hershey

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The Rainbow Bridge Poem.

By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill,
Is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.
Where the friends of man and woman do run,
When their time on earth is over and done.

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For here, between this world and the next,
Is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.
On this golden land, they wait and they play,
Till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.

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No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
For here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
Their limbs are restored, their health renewed,
Their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.

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They romp through the grass, without even a care,
Until one day they start, and sniff at the air.
All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back,
Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.

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For just at that instant, their eyes have met;
Together again, both person and pet.
So they run to each other, these friends from long past,
The time of their parting is over at last.

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The sadness they felt while they were apart,
Has turned into joy once more in each heart.
They embrace with a love that will last forever,
And then, side-by-side, they cross over… together.

© 1998 Steve and Diane Bodofsky. All Rights Reserved.