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Christmas at the Bridge

December 24th 2010 7:56 am
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(by Terri Onorato)

As the midnight hour approaches on Christmas Eve, a tremendous celebration begins. If you listen closely you will hear the exuberant sound of Bridgekids preparing for the remarkable moment that comes but once a year. Puppies romp through the tall green grass, chasing butterflies and rolling over and over until fits of giggles bring them to a tumbling stop. The volume increases as kittens, cats, tigers and lions purr in pure delight while the wings of snow white doves gently caress the air. The babbling brook that runs beneath Rainbow Bridge overflows onto the edge of mossy banks and fins of treasured aquatic life quiver in anticipation of this most joyous event.

Nestled in the midst of this happy choir of Bridgekids are the littlest angel tots staring in awe at the majestic Christmas tree adorned with flowing strands of angel hair. Effervescent, twinkling stars seesaw elegantly from the sky and land in glorious harmony upon the stoic limbs of Heaven's most perfect Christmas tree. Swaying to and fro in nearby rocking chairs are grandmothers, grandfathers, parents, aunts, uncles and loved ones. The sound of their whispered lullabies permeate the air as they sing to tiny angel babies resting quietly in their arms.

Like magic the clock approaches midnight and a great stirring is heard in the distance. Each Bridgekid stops and listens, knowing the time is near, and they choose a fleecy cloud on which to snuggle. The roar of purrs drops to barely an audible hum, the babbling brook ripples hypnotically and the flutter of downy feathered wings fall silent. Heaven's spirited toddlers climb expectantly upon the laps of angels while babies coo in tranquil unison.

Amidst the warm glow of candle light which rises from the earth below, the arms of the Bridge Keeper envelop the heavens and into the precious hands of each child and in front of each animal a holy gift is placed. With grand exuberance the ribbons are removed and left to fly on a tender breeze where they dissolve into showers of angel dust. As the golden lids of these heavenly gifts are raised, an amazing aura fills the sky, reaching down to the very core of the earth. Ascending from each and every box is the greatest gift of all…unending, unconditional, all-encompassing love. This blessed love gently wraps itself around the cherished souls of heaven, warming their hearts with beacons of radiant light and bringing forth from angels an exquisite chorus. As the clock strikes midnight the distance between heaven and earth is vanished. It is at this very moment on Christmas Eve that the Bridge Keeper, His children, angels and Bridgekids send a message to their earthly loved ones on the wings of this unbridled love.

Listening carefully with an open heart we will hear the familiar voice of our own angel whisper softly into our ear their Christmas message..."Let me share with you this love of mine, always and forever. When you need me know that I am here. I have not left you for I am in your heart where I belong. Our love is eternal as is the brilliant glow of candlelight which illuminates the path to the heavens and Rainbow Bridge. I wait patiently as do you for our inevitable and glorious reunion. I love you, I love you, I love you."


I've Been a Bridge Baby 4 Years Today....

August 6th 2009 5:50 am
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It doesn't seem possible....my mom and dad still think of me and keep me close in their hearts.

Mom found this poem that seems appropriate today!

A Bridge Called Love

It takes us back to brighter years,
to happier sunlit days,
and to precious moments
that will be with us always.

And these fond recollections
are treasured in the heart
to bring us always close to those
from whom we had to part.

There is a bridge of memories
from earth to Heaven above...
It keeps our dear ones near us
It's the bridge that we call love.

- Author Unknown



January 23rd 2009 11:20 am
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My fur sister and brother's wonderfur friend Pepe joined Max and me here at the Bridge last night. We had never met sweet Pepe in dogson, but Cassie and Hunter have told us all about this little man.

We, among many other dogster angel furriends, are helping to make Pepe feel at home here. His first momma is already here, so they are having a wonderful time getting reacquainted, too.

Pepe is healthy again here and his beautiful eyes are brown and he can see perfectly again...and he knows the perfect place to perch and keep an eye on his much loved mom and dad and Rosie chi.

We will keep Pepe company here....and our hearts hope for comfort for Pepe's family!

Angel Impy


My Bridge Anniversary - August 6

August 7th 2008 7:06 am
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So, I have been here at the Bridge for 3 years now, it doesn't seem possible to either me or to my human family.

So many furriends have joined me here, and I know their families miss them as much as mine miss me.

I am so happy to see mom and dad have adopted Cassie, and as yall know, I had a paw in Cassie becoming a member of the pack.

Now, Miss Cassie-role has picked out a new brother for herself, another former little Col Potter fur kid, Hunter, and they look like they have so much fun.

Well, just wanted to check in from here and let mom and dad know I'm stll keeping my wings over them and my fur sibling!

Angel Impy


A Christmas Story....

December 18th 2007 7:48 am
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A Christmas Story

December is the best month of the year at the Rainbow Bridge. For the dogs there is snow to romp in and the angels always have time to toss snowballs for them to chase. The cats enjoy patting at the snowflakes as they fall, and then curling up near the fireplace for a nice winter's nap.

But it is the lights that make this time so special. Winter on the Earth, their former home, is a time of lengthening darkness, and in December candles glow all around the globe beginning with Chanukah, the Festival of Lights, and continuing on right through the New Year's festivities. At the Bridge the glow of these candles is reflected in all of the trees, and in the hearts of every Bridgekid as they observe the month in their own special way; with memories of the lives, and the loved ones they left behind.

For most it is a time of quiet joy, but each year there are always a few who draw apart..
Near to midnight, "home time" on December 24 Charlie realized someone was missing from the Hale gathering. "I'll be right back," he told his siblings. He passed many similar groupings as he hurried down the well worn path, many friends called out to him, but he only acknowledge the greetings with a wave and continued on. The path ended at the Rainbow, and there he found a small group of newcomers, each sitting quietly, alone. One of these, the missing Sandifur, was crouched at the very edge, his stumpy tail twitching rapidly, as he stared at the scene below.

"You are missing the party, little brother," Charlie said.
"I don't care," replied Sandifur, "I don't like Christmas anyway. "

Charlie only smiled. "I felt the same way my first year. Do you remember your very first Christmas with Mom and Dad? Remember the new scratching tree they gave us that year, and the catnip mice? And remember all the good things we got to eat? That was a great time, wasn't it?" Sandifur nodded, still gazing intently below. "I want to go back."
"I did too, " Charlie said, licking gently at his brother's ear. "But we can't, baby brother. This is our place now." "But it's Christmas, and Mom and Dad miss us so much. Look, mom is lighting a candle right now, just for us and she is crying."

"Christmas Eve is her time to remember, little one, but tomorrow she will pass out the presents to all of our brothers and sisters, and she will be happy again. I want to show you something. Come with me."
Together the two kiddens climbed the arch of the Rainbow, and at the very top Charlie stopped. "Do you see that big silver cloud over there? Watch closely."

As Sandifur gazed the cloud began to swirl and gradually an image came into view. The clearing where he had left his family, and a larger gathering around the big, glowing pine tree. He could see the dogs, many more of them than when he had left, playing fetch and tug of war, and the kiddens, so many kiddens, sleeping in a heap, their soggy catnip mice forgotten in the grass.

Suddenly the kiddens all woke up, and the dogs ceased their play and stared into the darkness beyond the clearing, tails wagging in greeting.
And then, much to Sandifur's amazement, two humans stepped into the light."
"Hurry, Charlie, we have to go back," he said. " Mom and Dad, they're here!"
"Not just yet, Sandy. That cloud is our Window into Tomorrow.
Come back with me now, and join the others. The reunion will come. We have been promised."

Sandy reluctantly pulled his gaze away from the vision of the future, and followed Charlie. They found the others waiting for them at the base of the rainbow. "Is it time?" Charlie asked.
Terrie nodded, "They are waiting."
All of the Hale Bridgekids drew together, and looked over the edge, and along the entire length of the rainbow similar groups were gathered, all looking down at their former homes.

Suddenly the light of a million candles from the Earth met the glow from the Rainbow Bridge. "Now," Charlie whispered.

In unison three words were repeated again and again, and as they were spoken they merged with the bridge of light, flowing from the rainbow to the earth, and back again in ever increasing brilliance, and the colors of the rainbow merged with the light. "I love you," they all said, and the love entered every heart of the pet parents on earth, and the hearts of those who gathered at the rainbow.

"Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad," Sandifur whispered again, watching the lights slowly fade. "I love you. I will be waiting."

"I will look ahead for there is our tomorrow."

Marion Hale


Treasured Friend

July 9th 2007 7:58 am
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Treasured Friend

I lost a treasured friend today
The little dog who used to lay
His gentle head upon my knee
And share his silent thoughts with me...
He'll come no longer to my call
Retrieve no more his favorite ball
A voice far greater than my own
Has called him to His golden throne.
Although my eyes are filled with tears,
I thank Him for the happy years
He let him spend down here with me
And for his love and loyalty.
When it is time for me to go
And join him there, this much I know...
I shall not fear the transient dark
For he will greet me with his bark.

Author Unknown


Yesterday would have been my 15th Woofday!

June 9th 2007 5:47 am
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My mom remembered me with love as I would have celebrated my 15th woofday yesterday if I was still with my family on earth.

There are woofday celebrations here at the Bridge, so we had cake and ice cream and lots of balloons and I was howled a happy birthday song!!

I know my family still misses me so much, but I am happy and well here at the Bridge and will be here to greet them when the time comes.

Love to my family and big angel kisses to my corn terror sister, Cassie, who makes my hoomans so very happy.

Angel Impy


My Friend Little Bit is an Angel Now

August 28th 2006 6:41 am
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Little Bit was an angel dog while she was still on earth with her bosses and with Lyle, so full of spunk and courage in the face of her illness. She was such an inspiration to many, and her bosses are simply the best!!

Little Bit and her bosses and Lyle made mom smile after I went to the Bridge in August 2005 when she didn't think smiling was possible, and I promised to be an angel on Little Bit's shoulder as she fought her cancer.

Unfortunately, God must have needed a Little Bit in heaven with us, because yesterday Little Bit left the earth and made her way here to the Bridge.

My mom will miss all the sweet diaries and funny tales as told by Little Bit's bosses more than she can say and wishes she could help ease her bosses' pain, but I hope that knowing that their sweet Little Bit is here with so many friends like me will help them in their grief.

Our hearts ache for Little Bit's pack.

You are running free and without discomfort and pain here now sweet friend, and you can keep an eye on your brother Lyle and your bosses from here and be here to greet them when their time comes.

Angel Impy


The Last Battle

August 6th 2006 1:55 pm
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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

Mom found this poem and with it being the first anniversary of my trip to the Bridge, she had to post it.

Angel Impy


I've Been at the Bridge a Year!

August 6th 2006 6:03 am
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Wow, mommy and daddy, I can't believe it's been a year since you had to help me to the Bridge. I miss being there with you, but I can see how much joy and happiness Cassie is bringing to you, and I am smiling!

I am happy and healthy again here, and Max is with me, too.

I know someday we will all be together again, but for now, just know I am doing ok and don't feel bad about having to help me to the Bride. I understand that you had to do that because you loved me so.

Angel Impy

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