Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When a pet dies, one that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
It is a land of hills and valleys, meadows and lush green grass where all our special friends can run and play together. There is always food and water, warm spring weather and gentle breeze. Our friends are warm and comfortable and happy.
Those who had been ill or old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, They are just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, but for one small thing: they miss someone very special to them, someone 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. The nose twitches; ears go up; bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers.
Suddenly this one breaks away from the group, flying over the green grass, legs pumping faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you both meet, you take them into your arms, embracing them in joyous reunion. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head.
You look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart.
And together you cross over, never to be parted again.