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. 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...

Willow

Willow came in to the rescue centre where I was working having come from a house of 30 cats. Unfortunately the others cats from her home were too ill and either died or needed to be put to sleep. Willow was booked in as a kitten but in fact was a kitten in kitten! I fell in love with her immediately and after she had her kittens Willow came home with me. She became my soul mate and at one point when I reached a particular low, she became my only reason for being. Willow was my shining light and I loved her with every bit of my heart and soul.

Sadly Willow only had five years with us. After becoming acutely ill one morning she was admitted to the vets as an emergency. Sadly the following morning, when I went to visit her, the vet and I decided that the time had come to let her rest in peace. She was just 6 years old. Letting her go was the single most difficult thing I have ever done and left me completely broken. Now I am thankful that I met and loved this cat who was one in a million. Everyone who met Willow adored her. She was small, cuddly, talkative, persuasive and just gorgeous. A little bit like some other cats I now know.

I know there are good people looking after her now and she has other treasured friends to play with.

They are all there, all in those meadows just beyond Rainbow Bridge.

God Bless you Willow and all that are there with you.