The 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 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....
IN MEMORY OF TUT
SPRING 1994 – JANUARY 22, 2009
Tut came to me in the spring of 1994 as a foster. I had received a call from a friend of mine who came across a couple that had found a small kitten about 6 to 8 weeks of age. I had met a woman a few weeks before who wanted an exotic-looking kitten. The woman said that she would be interested in taking him, but was going away for the weekend and she would call me when she returned on Monday. I fostered him over the weekend and on Monday—surprise, surprise, surprise—the woman said that she was no longer interested. Well, needless to say, I kept this little guy. To me he looked like an Egyptian Mau, so I called him King Tut and “Tut” for short. I have since learned that he may have been a bengal cat. To me, he looks so much like a lynx.
Tut, while always a Mama’s Boy, was a fighter. Even after he was neutered, he used to come home with abscesses all the time; of course, that was back in the days when I used to let my cats roam free. He was also a tremendous hunter. I remember that he actually brought me home a squirrel that was almost as big as he was.
Tut was also a very social boy when company would come by—unlike so many of my other cats that hide under the bed when strangers come over. He really didn’t even mind the car rides to and from the vets, as long as I kept petting him and talking to him. While he was known to be a very difficult patient while at the vet, he was extremely good with me. I was able to give him pills, fluids, insulin, and vitamin B shots, all with no problem at all.
I know that Tut put so much faith in me. Even this morning, as sick as he was, he looked up at me with so much love, trust, and adoration, as if he knew that I would make the right decision. So, this morning I bid farewell to my sweet boy and let him go, hopefully to a much better place.
Tut was very special and will be terribly missed by me. I cannot express how much I loved him. He will always be in my heart.
In memory of Jackson O'Sullivan.
Run free on the bridge with our others that have crossed over until we meet again.
In loving memory of Little One
Little one, it didn't matter how old you were, whenever we got a new addition to the family, you always welcomed the babies with opened arms. I will miss you forever, my sweet baby. Until we meet again.
In Loving Memory Of Casey
Casey was a beautiful spirited little soul who came to live with me 2 yrs. ago, after she was left at the shelter at 17 yrs. old. She brought so much joy to my life. She would sit and sleep on my desk everyday and keep me company while I worked. She was the most tenacious little kitty I’ve ever met, all 5.5 lbs. of her, whether she was insisting to sit on my lap or that she was first to be fed. I called her my little noodle because she would curl up on my lap and in my arms and loved nothing more than to be all wrapped up and as close as possible. I am grateful and blessed to have had her in my life. Casey crossed over the rainbow bridge peacefully at home in her bed. RIP my little noodle.