Mischief Monday: Epilogue
Just this 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 together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were 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 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 group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
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 eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Author unknown...
When I had Mischief put to sleep I was given the option of having a paw print made. I accepted and paid for it. I received it a few days ago.
Someone from the vets called me to tell me it was there for me to pickup. I immediately went. I started sobbing a little on the way, but thought I had myself composed by the time I walked in. I told the woman at the desk I was there for the paw print and gave Mischief's name and my last name. She got up and went around the corner for a moment. As I waited, I saw a brochure on the desk that said, "The Hardest Decision: Facing a Life or Death Sentence for Your Pet" I took one as the woman came back with a small green gift bag.
"Thank you." It came out a mere whisper as I choked back a sob. I clutched the bag to my chest as I put my head down and ducked out of the building walking quickly to my car. I sat inside and fished around inside the bag. This was in it:
The paw print:
I went from the vet's to the Humane Society and left all of her stuff, with the exception of some cans of cat food that I gave to some coworkers.
I do still think about her. When I get home from work or running errands, I find myself opening the door slowly, then remembering she won't be just on the other side to greet me then step out to walk around and explore before coming back for more food. When I see a chipmunk or bird on my patio, I am tempted to call out to Mischief, tell her, "Hey, come see the chimunk/birdie outside!"
For the first many days/nights I would think I saw black movement out of the corner of my eye and I would begin to jump up to check Mischief's food dish because I believed that was where she was headed. And then I would sit back down again, knowing...
On the brochure is a poem, TO MY BELOVED MASTER
I stood by your bed last night,
I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying,
You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you
brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you,
I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”
I was close to you this morning,
I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the
many times
Your hands reached down to me.
I walked with you towards
the house,
As you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you
I smiled and said “It’s me.”*
*Tonight you looked so very tired
And sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know
That I was standing there.
You sat there very quietly,
Then smiled, I think you knew ...
In the stillness of the evening
I was very close to you.
And when the time is right
For you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you
And we’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you,
There is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out ...
Then come home to me.
*A couple of lines not applicable edited out.
Here it is in it's entirety.
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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 together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were 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 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 group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
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 eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Author unknown...
When I had Mischief put to sleep I was given the option of having a paw print made. I accepted and paid for it. I received it a few days ago.
Someone from the vets called me to tell me it was there for me to pickup. I immediately went. I started sobbing a little on the way, but thought I had myself composed by the time I walked in. I told the woman at the desk I was there for the paw print and gave Mischief's name and my last name. She got up and went around the corner for a moment. As I waited, I saw a brochure on the desk that said, "The Hardest Decision: Facing a Life or Death Sentence for Your Pet" I took one as the woman came back with a small green gift bag.
"Thank you." It came out a mere whisper as I choked back a sob. I clutched the bag to my chest as I put my head down and ducked out of the building walking quickly to my car. I sat inside and fished around inside the bag. This was in it:
The paw print:
I went from the vet's to the Humane Society and left all of her stuff, with the exception of some cans of cat food that I gave to some coworkers.
I do still think about her. When I get home from work or running errands, I find myself opening the door slowly, then remembering she won't be just on the other side to greet me then step out to walk around and explore before coming back for more food. When I see a chipmunk or bird on my patio, I am tempted to call out to Mischief, tell her, "Hey, come see the chimunk/birdie outside!"
For the first many days/nights I would think I saw black movement out of the corner of my eye and I would begin to jump up to check Mischief's food dish because I believed that was where she was headed. And then I would sit back down again, knowing...
On the brochure is a poem, TO MY BELOVED MASTER
I stood by your bed last night,
I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying,
You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you
brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you,
I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”
I was close to you this morning,
I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the
many times
Your hands reached down to me.
I walked with you towards
the house,
As you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you
I smiled and said “It’s me.”*
*Tonight you looked so very tired
And sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know
That I was standing there.
You sat there very quietly,
Then smiled, I think you knew ...
In the stillness of the evening
I was very close to you.
And when the time is right
For you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you
And we’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you,
There is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out ...
Then come home to me.
*A couple of lines not applicable edited out.
Here it is in it's entirety.
This entry was originally posted at http://bloggingchick.dreamwidth.org/20597.html. Please comment there using OpenID.