My Bridge Pages

This page is in memory of Brandy, VanDyke and Carrie and for

everyone who has a furchild waiting for them at Rainbow Bridge.

THIS OLD DOG

I'm getting on in years, My coat is turning gray.

My eyes have lost their luster, My hearing's just okay.

I spend my days dreaming, Of earlier times with you

When I could run and jump and play, And fetch the ball you threw.

I remember our first visit, I was coming to you free

Hoping you would take me in, And keep me company.

I wasn't young or handsome, Two years I'd roamed the street.

There were scars upon my face, I hobbled on my feet.

I could sense your disappointment, As I left my prison cage.

Oh, I hoped you would accept me, And look beyond my age.

You took me out of pity, I accepted without shame.

Then you grew to love me, And I admit the same.

I have shared with you your laughter, You have wet my fur with tears.

We've come to know each other, Throughout these many years.

Just one more hug this morning, And as you drive away

know I will think about you, Throughout your busy day.

I'll faithfully wait here for you, And though my head's a fog

My heart is yours forever.

I promise-

This old dog

author unknown

January 12, 1990 - February 21, 2000

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle summer rain.

When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.

- - Robert Hepburn

February 14, 1982 - July 19, 1996

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

"They will not go quietly,

the dogs that shared our lives.

In subtle ways they let us know

their spirit still survives.

Old habits still make us think

we hear a barking at the door.

Or step back when we drop

a tasty morsel on the floor.

Our feet still go around the place

the food dish used to be,

And sometimes, coming home at night,

we miss them terribly.

And although time may bring new friends

and a new food dish to fill,

That one place in our hearts

belongs to them...

and always will."

anonymous

January 1, 1971 - January 2, 1986

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