Tara crossed over the Rainbow Bridge, on Dec. 29/00. I will miss my playmate very much, but I know she is not alone. She is with her fur cousin Angus and her human Grandpa Paul, that she loves so much.

Just this side of heaven is a place called the Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to the Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all 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 animals who were ill or old are restored to good health and vigor; those who where 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 the one small thing: they miss someone very special to them who was left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks in the distance.

Her bright eyes are intent; her eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly she begins to run from the group, flying over the green grasses faster and faster. You have been spotted and when you and your special friend meet, you cling together in joyful 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 those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never ever absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together.

Author: Unknown