Rainbow Bridge


	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

		2003 - 2009 Cat came from the SPCA shelter in the summer of 2005. She was a super friendly cat and kept our rodent population virtually eliminated.
	1990 - 2007 We were fortunate enough to own this sweet and loving cat for the last 6 years...he came with our property when we purchased it in 2001 and was one of the best things about the deal. Sam was an incredible barn cat whose tenacity about rodent control was remarkable but his personality with people rivaled all the characteristics of a dog. We always liked to think he was a small dog in a cat suit. We miss him.
		1995 - 2007 Sophie lived for only a week after her 12th birthday but is still amazing for 2 reasons: 1 - she was diagnosed with hip dysplasia at 1 year of age, and, 2 - she was a LARGE dog and big dogs don't live very long (or so I'm told). I switched Sophie to raw food after her dysplasia diagnosis at 1 year old and, within two weeks, she was a new dog. She was running and playing with Georgia and Kelly up until the day before we had to put her down. She wasn't known for her smarts but definitely known as loving and devoted.