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I am an Animal Rescuer
My work is never done,
My home is never quiet
My wallet is always empty
But my heart is always full
~ Written from the heart by:
Wild Heart Ranch Wildlife Rescue
There is an Indian legend which says,
when a human dies there is a bridge
they must cross to enter into heaven.
Rainbow Bridge it is known as.
At the head of that bridge waits
every animal that human encountered during
The animals, based upon what they know
of this person, decide which humans may
cross the bridge....
and which are turned away.
THE RAINBOW BRIDGE
The young pup and the older dog lay on shaded sweet grass watching reunions.
Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman, sometimes a whole family would approach
the Rainbow Bridge, be greeted by their loving pets and cross the bridge
The young pup playfully nipped at the older one.
Look! Something wonderful is happening!
The older dog stood up and barked, Quickly, Get over to the path.
But that's not my owner,? whined the pup, but he did as he was told.
Thousands of pets surged forward as a figure in white walked on the path toward the
After the glowing figure passed each animal, that animal bowed
it's head in love and respect.
The figure finally approached the bridge and was
met by a menagerie of joyous animals.
Together, they all walked over the
bridge and disappeared.
The young pup was still in awe.
Was that an angel? he whispered.
No, son. The older dog replied. That was more than an angel.
That was a person who worked in rescue.
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
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine,
and our friends are warm
animals who had been ill and old
are restored to health and vigor. Those who
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
flying over the green grass, his
legs carrying him faster and
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
your pet, so long gone from your
life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge
....my very special little girl....
11-1/2 lb "Chug"
June 2, 1985 - April 11, 2003
Look for Lucy's story in the near future