Guardian Angels

 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 who 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.

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They say memories are golden,

 well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories, 

I only wanted you. 

A million times I needed you, 

a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you, 

you never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly, 

In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place, 

no one could ever fill. 

If tears could build a stairway

 and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven

 and bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken, 

and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,

 the chain will link again.

Vicky Holder

 When I am dead,
Cry for me a little.
Think of me sometimes,
But not too much.

It is not good for you
Or your wife or your husband
Or your children
To allow your thoughts to dwell
Too long on the dead.

Think of me now and again
As I was in life
At some moment which is pleasant to recall,
But not for long.

Leave me in peace
As I shall leave you, too, in peace.
While you live,
Let your thoughts be with the living.

Theodora Kroeber