Remember Me

and think of all of our happy years.

When I was sick, you were at my side

Your tears and fears, you tried to hide..

I know you did your best for me,

but God above was calling me.

The tears with time, will go away,

but the love we shared will always stay.

Now the Lord has set me free,

that is how I want you to remember me...

One day in the future, just over the ridge,

I’ll be waiting for you, standing on Rainbow Bridge.

That gentle breeze that made the wind chimes sing?

That was me, I was there with you.

The gentle snow falling upon your tears?

That was me, I was there with you.

And that little beam of sunlight that danced on the

otherwise shaded deck that day?

That was me, I was there with you.

Until we’re together, never more to be apart.

Remember me with love, I left my paw prints on your heart.

Wherever you are going and whatever you may do,

Just look down right beside you, I will be there next to you.

Remember and Believe…………….I will love you forever.

All my love, “Grizz”

(written by Jo Helms Jan.21, 2003)

Copyright © January 2003-2005 Jo Helms

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Used with Permission

North of The Rainbow Bridge

by MakWa4me

 

The time comes. A Siberian Husky lifts up its head. There is an untested adventure beyond. Time to go. Across the Rainbow Bridge is a place for all dogs. A river runs wide and shallow with tennis balls that fly with their own wings; that is the place for a Labrador or Golden to await its master's arrival. The Siberian is not content here. Northward is its trail.... There are soft pastures for Aussies and Border Collies, with sheep and geese to pen. Agility equipment grows like trees amid Frisbees and flyball. But the North continues its sure wild call, and the Siberian's journey continues.... Now the air is colder. Now the moon is always full. Now the light is silver and it breaks and shimmers on fields of bright snow. Now there are no roads, no walls, no pens, just endless space to run. This is where Siberians gather, North of the Rainbow Bridge. They wait in this beautiful place, happy, but not complete. Suddenly, a howl begins, as one dog senses someone coming, someone very special. All the Siberians raise their heads and join in the ancient chorus. They dance like moonbeams and sing like winter winds. There are red ones like dawn streaks, black ones splattered with many colors and silver ones like the first strange hour before light. They line up as if in harness and run together, in a scintillating, many-colored streak. The leader of the team guides the others past the fields and river, with racing feet and racing heart. They rush to greet the new arrival at the Rainbow Bridge, where the leader is rejoined with its beloved person, never to be parted again. The glory of the reunion is celebrated by all the Siberians dwelling beyond the Bridge, a glimmering, multicolored team leaping and whirling with joy. The light from that scene is what we see on magical evenings in the northernmost parts of this Earth:

The Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights beyond the Rainbow Bridge.