My goldfish died today...
My goldfish died today after a valiant battle against swim bladder disease. A little bacteria and bam, swimming upside down. He had always recovered before but this last bout got him. I am going to miss him and his pom pom goldfish buddy, named Pom Pom, will miss him, too. One of my parakeets, Sprucie, died from cancer 3 months ago. She had been suffering for a while so her death was a release and I was happy that she wasn't in anymore pain. I wish I had the strength at the time to have euthanized her but I have never been that brave. I always fight to the last with the hope a miracle will happen. It hasn't happened yet but I've got faith. Here is a poem that always makes me feel better after I have lost a cherished pet. I cut and pasted it from the Rainbow Bridge website. It makes me cry everytime I read it but it always fills me with hope.
The Rainbow Bridge Poem
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....
Author unknown...
The Rainbow Bridge Poem
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....
Author unknown...
posted by Angelique at 12:15 AM
4 Comments:
Amy, I know! I cry every freaking time but it's a beautiful poem.
I live with a 17 year old cat named Holmes. She has a failing gall bladder, failing kidneys, and a failing thyroid. We don't tell her that she is sick. I can't, after euthanizing her sister last year after she lost her fight with stomach cancer.
I thank you for the poem. I'll have to come back later for the rest of the blog. You know why.
Hi ya Amy!
I, too, am in the same boat, Monty. I have a 10 year old cat that is slowly deteriorating. I think that 10 years is too short of a time. I love her so much that it depresses me so with the thought that she will finally sucumb to her illness. The good news is that she is still her regular cranky self and I love her for it. I am glad that you liked the poem, it always makes me feel better knowing that I will meet my beloved pets again.
I cried for almost two days, off and on, thinking about the one we had to put down from stomach cancer. Then, I was in the store tobight, and this woman and her husband just rescued two dogs from NO, and I just started crying again. I thanked her profusely, cried then, now. I am so soft....I had the girl at the desk of the local shelter come outside so i could hand her money for the shelter. I can't go in there and also sign a check. I'm just soft.
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