Monday, October 24, 2005

Jemma ~ June 1996 - October 22, 2005



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 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. Her bright eyes are intent; Her eager body quivers. Suddenly she begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, her legs carrying her 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...




This past Saturday, we had to put our Jemma down. She had cancer in her nasal passages, and was starting to suffer. She's buried at the edge of the woods behind our house...one of her favourite spots to cool down in the summer. We're all going to miss her terribly...our home just isn't the same right now. RIP Jemmers.

Here are some pictures of her and her best buddy.








2 Comments:

Blogger Mike said...

Great pictures. Love the poem.

9:38 a.m., October 25, 2005  
Blogger Tracy said...

Thanks guys :) We still miss her terribly, and I'm sure we will for a while yet. The saddest part still is when we come home. I still listen for thump of her jumping off the bed, the mad, cartoonish scramble of claws as she tries to get her footing on the hardwood floor, the race down the hallway, and then the Dino-esque attack. God, she was a goofball, but the very best kind of goofball.

11:42 a.m., November 08, 2005  

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