   Thrasher April 6, 1990 to June 26, 2006
 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. His 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... Author Unknown The Spirit of a GSP I was standing on a hillside  Thrasher 5 monthsIn a field of blowing wheat And the spirit of my GSP Appeared suddenly at my feet. He looked at me with kind dark eyes An ancient wisdom shining through And in the essence of his being I saw his love for me, too.  As I stood there on that day Then he told me of this story About a place so far away. I stood upon that hillside In a field of blowing wheat  And in a twinkling of a second His spirit left my feet. His tale put my heart at ease My fears did fade away He helped me know where he had gone When he left us on that day. "I live among God's creatures now In the heavens of your mind So do not grieve for me, my friend As I am with my kind. My collar is a rainbow's hue My leash a shooting star My boundaries are the Milky Way  Where I sparkle from afar. There are no pens or kennels here For I am not confined But free to roam God's heavensAmong my GSP kind.  I nap the day on a snowy cloud Gentle breezes rocking me And dream the dreams of earthlings And how it used to be.
The trees are full of liver treats And tennis balls abound Chew bones line the walkways Just waiting to be found.  There even is a ring set up The grass all lush and green And everyone who gaits around Becomes the Best of Breed. For we're all winners in this place We have no faults, you see And God passes out those ribbons  To each everyone, even me. I drink from waters laced with gold My world a beauty to behold And wise old dogs do form my pride To amble at my very side. At night I sleep in an angel's arms  Her wings protecting me And moonbeams dance about us As stardust falls on thee.   Just before I died The pain is gone I am whole again  Filled with GSP pride. So when your life on earth is spent And you stand at Heaven's gate Have no fear of loneliness For here, you know I wait. Original Author Unknown Adapted For All GSPs Who Die Too Young The Last Battle If it should be that I grow frail and weak And pain should keep me from my sleep, Then you must do what must be done,For this--the last battle--can't be won.  You will be sad I understand, 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, What is to come can hold no fears You'd not want me to suffer, so.  Kevin and Thrasher at Camanche 2006When 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. Author Unknown
Pet Loss Help * The Rainbows Bridge Web Site * Grief Support Center For Pet Loss    Thrasher at Bear River lizard hunting ~ age 5 "He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion." Unknown "From Shorthairs lost…but never forgotten" I'm Still Here Friend, please don't mourn for me and you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze. Author Unknown
  PK 1982 to 1993  Snoopy April 6, 1984 to November 14, 2000   |
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