More tribute poems to our Rainbow Bridge friends

 
MAY I GO NOW?

Do you think time is right?
May I say goodbye to pain filled days
and endless lonely nights?
I've lived my life and done my best,
an example tried to be.
So can I take that step beyond
and set my spirit free?

I didn't want to go at first,
I fought with all my night
But something seems to draw me now
to a warm and living light.
I want to go -- I really do.
It's difficult to say.
But I will try as best I can
to live just one more day.

To give your time to care for me
and share your love and fears.
I know you're sad and afraid,
because I see your tears.
I'll not be far, I promise that,
and hope you'll always know
that my spirit will be close to you
wherever you may go.

Thank You for loving me.
You know I love you too,
that's why it's hard to say goodbye
and end this life with you.
So hold me now just one more time
and let me hear you say,
because you care so much for me,
you'll let me go today.

Author Susan A. Jackson
 

LAST TIME

One last time I kiss you

One last time I hugged you

One last time I held you into my arms

One last time I walked you

One last time you play with Misty

One last time I fed you

One last time we look up each other's eyes

One last time we played with the ball

One last time we took you to see Dr. Minder

One last time you rode in the car

One last time I brush you

One last time I kiss you good night

One last time you became so excited to see people you love

Last time will be the memories will always cherish with me forever

Dedicated to my beloved Lacey Dog
28/1/95 - 11/22/06

Jennifer
 

THIS IS A U.S. POSTAL SERVICE STORY

Our dog, Abbey, died August 23, and the day after Abbey died my 4 year old, Meredith, was SO upset. She wanted to write a letter to God so that He would recognize Abbey in heaven. She told me what to write, and I did.

Then she put 2 pictures of Abbey in the envelope. We addressed it to God in Heaven, put two stamps on it because, as she said, it could be a long way to heaven. We put our return address on it, and I let her put it in the drop box at the post office that afternoon. She was absolutely sure that letter would get to heaven, and I wasn't about to disillusion her.  So today is Labor Day. We took the kids to the museum in Austin, and when we came home, there was a package wrapped in gold on our front porch. It was addressed to Meredith. She took it inside and opened a book, When Your Pet Dies by Mr. Rogers.

Inside the front cover was the letter we had written to God, in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was one of the pictures of
Abbey taped on the page. On the back page was the other picture of Abbey, and this handwritten note on pink paper:

"Dear Meredith, I know that you will be happy to find out that Abbey arrived safely and soundly in heaven. Having the pictures you sent to me was a big help! I recognized Abbey right away! You know, Meredith, she isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me, just like it stays in your heart. . . young and running and playing. Abbey loved being your dog, you know.

Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep things in. So I am sending you your beautiful letter back with the pictures so that you will have this little memory book to keep. One of my angels is taking care of this for me. I hope this little book will help.

Thank you for your beautiful letter. Thank your mother for sending it. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.

Signed,
God

This is a true story, I love that we have angels among us, some of them even work at the Post Office!


I Stood Beside Your Bed Last Night
 
I stood beside 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 at breakfast,
I watched you pour the tea.
You were thinking of the many times
Your hands reached down to me.
 
I was with you at the shops today,
Your arms were getting sore.
I want to take your parcels,
I wished I could do more.
 
I was with you at my grave today,
You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you that
I'm not lying there.
 
I walked with you towards the house
As you fumbled for the key,
I gently put my nose to you,
I smiled and said "It's me".
 
You looked so very tired and
Then you sank into a chair,
I tried so hard to let you know
That I was standing there.
 
It's possible for me to be
So near you everyday,
To say to you with certainty
"I never went away".
 
You sat there very quietly,
Then smiled, I think you knew
That in the stillness of that evening
I was very close to you.
 
The day is over....
I smile and watch you yawning
And say, "Good Night, Sweet Dreams, God Bless,
I'll see you in the morning".
 
And when the time is right for you
To cross the brief divide
I'll rush to greet you and we'll stand
Together side by side.

I have so many things to show you,
There's much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out;
Then come home and be with me.

..... Author Unknown.