The Story of Rainbow Bridge
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 that had 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 quivers. 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....
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep,
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here".
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me".
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair,
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me, to be so near you every day.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away".
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew...in the
stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over...I smile and watch you yawning
and say "goodnight, God bless, I'll see you in the morning".
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out...then come home to be with me.
Love of Horses
If it is in your blood to love horses, you share your life with them.Our horses know our secrets; we braid our tears into their manes and whisper our hopes into their ears.A barn is a sanctuary in an unsettled world, a sheltered place where life's true priorities are clear: someone who loves us, and the luxury of regular meals.
Some of us need these reminders.When you step back, it's not just about horses - it's about love, life, and learning.On any given day, a friend is celebrating the birth of a foal, a blue ribbon, or recovery from an illness.That same day, there is also loss: a broken limb, a case of colic, a decision to sustain a life or end it gently.As horse people, we share the accelerated life cycle of horses: the hurried rush of life, love, loss, and death that caring for these animals brings us.
When our partners pass, it is more than a moment of sorrow.We mark our loss with words of gratitude for the ways our lives have been blessed.Our memories are of joy, awe, and wonder. Absolute union.We honor our horses for their brave hearts, courage, and willingness to give.To those outside our circle, it must seem strange.To see us in our muddy boots, who would guess such poetry lives in our hearts?We celebrate our companions with praise worthy of heroes.Indeed, horses have the hearts of warriors and often carry us into and out of fields of battle.Those who know them understand how fully a horse can hold a human heart.Together, we share the pain of sudden loss and the lingering taste of long-term illness.
We shoulder the burden of deciding when or whether to end the life of a true companion.In the end, we're not certain if God entrusts us to our horses - or our horses to us.
Does it matter?
We're grateful God loaned us the horse in the first place.