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 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 the Rainbow Bridge together. . .
- Author Unknown
This special section is for those who have made donations to The Mosby Foundation in honor of their beloved friends. Dogs come into our
lives and enrich us in so many ways, yet ask nothing in return except for love . . .
Dear Mosby,
Habits are hard to change, For almost six years, my evening ritual was to sit on the front steps and listen for the rumble of the bridge timbers. That was the signal that my beloved brother was home. Over the years, that conclusion became an immutable law of Nature. It’s been over two years since the law was broken but the ritual remained. Slowly, expectation faded into hope and then hope into a refuge of sweet dreams. As silently as fog can invade and conquor, a new law of Nature settled into Marble Valley: Mosby would never again come home. I would never again experience the comfort and security only my big brother could provide. The donkeys, sheep and deer would never again enjoy the handsome face that launched a thousand kisses their way. The children would never again come to the store to be kissed by Nature’s definition of kindness. The new law is hopelessly unfair and sadly immutable. Nature abounds with unseen forces that act at a distance. Just as the moon influences the tides, just as a tuning fork induces sympathetic vibrations in distant objects, your spirit has inspired a thousand acts of kindness. On a clear starlit night the Old Grouch and I were on the front steps sharing sweet dreams of you. In a spectacular display of heavenly pyrotechnics, a falling star streaked across the sky and disappeared behind Walker Mountain. The Old Grouch said, “There goes Mosby heading for the Gulf states. He’s shepherding a small flock of angels, the Sorrells family, on a rescue mission for Katrina victims.” You have left quite a legacy. The skies are clear, the stars are bright, and there is a crisp autumnal nip in the air. It’s time to join the Old Grouch on the front steps and dream sweet dreams of you.
Love,
Maggie |
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My
Baby Girl
Isis
04/1993 –
04/01/2007
My heart weeps tears
Of love.
I hold you. Pet you. Smell you.
For the last time.
I must give to you
What you have given to me…….
Freedom.
Freedom to walk in skies of blue
Or icy winds.
To smile with every muscle.
To chase after nothing but blowing grass.
We are separated physically now.
But not spiritually.
Never spiritually.
I will walk on.
You have taught me well.
I will feel sadness.
But it won’t stop or over take me.
I will fill myself up with
Your memories.
Memories of….
My Baby Girl
My Isis
Janet A. Melton
04/04/2007
