Gone to Rainbow Bridge …

Little Rosie left us today to go to Rainbow Bridge. She was only 12 months. This morning when she was happily chasing birds in the park, she ran out of the park and was knocked over and lost her life.  

Run free little Rosie. At Rainbow Bridge there are no scary vehicles with wheels that can hurt you. Chase squirrels and rabbits, hop through fields of buttercups.  10256822_10152519509398489_7854962732134847128_nAnd we will see you there one day.

In the meantime, we will help to put a band aid, a very BIG band aid on the hurting, aching hearts you’ve left behind.  You have brought so much joy to your family and you left them too soon. They are grieving and feel a heavy emptiness.

It’s been raining quite a lot here, Rosie like it usually does. You know, it’s England, but the sun will come out again and maybe there will be a rainbow in the sky. That way your Mummy can look at it and know you are there.  10339552_10203112036313531_1509220312150704910_n

May’s comment:  When we lose these four-legged beings, it is a stark reminder that they are not going to always be with us – whether it’s a lived out life or a shortened one. Whichever way they go, they seem to rip out our hearts.

They teach us to love and then they leave us always too soon and a gaping hole.

The heart that overflowed with love feels so hollow and empty.

Someone shared this very appropriate poem …

I will lend to you for awhile a puppy, God said,
For you to love him while he lives
and to mourn for him when he is gone.
Maybe for 12 or 14 years, or maybe for 2 or 3
But will you, till I call him back
take care of him for me?

He’ll bring his charms to gladden you and
(should his stay be brief)
you’ll always have his memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise that he will stay
since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught below
I want this pup to learn.

I’ve looked the whole world over
in search of teachers true,
And from the fold that crowd life’s land
I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love
Nor think the labor vain,
nor hate me when I come to take
my pup back again?

I fancied that I heard them say,
“Dear Lord, They Will Be Done,”
For all the joys this pup will bring
the risk of grief you’ll run.
Will you shelter him with tenderness,
Will you love him while you may?
And for the happiness you’ll know
forever grateful stay?

But should I call him back
much sooner than you’ve planned,
please brave the bitter grief that comes
and try to understand.
If, by your love, you’ve managed
my wishes to achieve,
In memory of him that you’ve loved,
cherish every moment with your faithful bundle,
and know he loved you too.
~Author Unknown

Our thoughts and our condolences to Rosie’s family.  Remember all the wonderfulness of her – all the smiles and joy she brought to the family.  She was an angel in your midst … but she had to go.  x

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