Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge,
Far beyond the hillside and across the final ridge.
A place of joyful waiting for the pets we loved so much,
Though we no longer see them nor feel their nuzzling touch.

They’re romping in the hillocks and rolling in the dales -
Health and joy apparent in the wagging of the tails.
How nice to know they’re happy; they’ve just gone to play.
True to us as always, they’ve not really gone away.

In pastures lush and sunny, in meadows tinged with gold,
They’re as they were so long ago and never will grow old.
We know one day we’ll follow – it may be soon or late.
Alert for our arrival, they’ll greet us at the gate.

Wet happy kisses rain down, as we caress the face.
A wonderful reunion; we’ll pause in fond embrace.
Then turn our footsteps heavenward away from Rainbow Bridge
And amble home together beyond that final ridge.

Eileen Bergen © 2006

You were a great little dog with a great big attitude, Tipsy!!

We will miss you!!