Even though i escape death the previous time,there will be a time where we have to be separated in the future.It will be sad.But that is life.Death is a part and parcel of life.Be strong and we shall meet again....
One of mummy favourite write up....
~~Dog Heaven~~
If you have ever been lucky enough to have a special dog in your life, then you know there is a place called Dog Heaven.
When dogs go to Heaven,
They don’t need wings
Because God knows that
Dogs love running best.
When a dog first arrives in Heaven,
He just runs.
Dog Heaven has clear, wide lakes
filled with geese who honk and flap
and tease. The dogs love this.
They run beside the water and bark
And bark and God watches them
From behind a tree and smiles.
There are children,
Of course.
Angel children.
God knows that dogs love children more than
Anything else in the world, so He fills Dog
Heaven with plenty of them. There are children
On bikes and children on sleds. There are
Children throwing red rubber balls and children
Pulling kites through the clouds. The dogs
Are there, and the children love them dearly.
And, oh,
the dog biscuits
As far as the eye can see.
God has a sense of humour, so He makes His
Biscuits in funny shapes for His dogs. There
Are kitty-cat biscuits and squirrel biscuits.
Ice-cream biscuits and ham-sandwich biscuits.
Every angel who passes by
Has a biscuit for a dog.
And, of course, all God’s dogs
Sit when the angels say “sit.”
Every dog becomes a good
Dog in Dog Heaven.
God turns
Clouds inside out to make fluffy beds for the dogs
In Dog Heaven, and when they
Are tired from running and
Barking and eating ham-sandwich biscuits,
The dogs each find a cloud bed for sleeping.
They turn around and around in the cloud…
…until it feels just right, and then they curl up
and they sleep.
God watches over each one of them
And there are no bad dreams.
Dogs in Dog Heaven
Have almost always belonged to somebody
on Earth and, of course,
the dogs remember this.
Heaven is full of memories.
So sometimes an angel will walk a dog
Back to Earth for a little visit and quietly,
Invisibly, the dog will sniff about his old
backyard, will investigate the cat next
door, will follow the child to school, will
sit on the front porch and wait for the mail.
When he is satisfied
That all is well, the dog
Will return to Heaven with the angel.
It is where dogs belong,
Near God who made them.
The dogs in dog Heaven who
Had no real homes on Earth
Are given one in Heaven.
The homes have yards and porches and there are
Couches to lie on and tables to sit under
While angels ear their dinners.
There are special bowls
With the dogs’ names on them.
And each dog is petted and reminded
How good he is, all day long.
Dogs in dog Heaven may stay as long as
They like and this can mean forever.
They will be there when old friends show up.
They will be there at the door.
Angel dogs.
(Author: Cynthia Rylant)
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, someone who was left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. Bright eyes are intent; his eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, 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 those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge Together
The third and last one
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 glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
-Mary Frye
Just by reading these 3 articles could make mummy tear....i am sure all dog lovers will....but dont be sad cause we will never be gone...one fine day we would meet at the rainbow bridge again with no pains,no worries and young again... ok,i shall stop here as mummy is real weak.She cant stand post like this.
Signing off wif a pic when i was much younger and one of mummy's favourite.
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