Rainbow Bridge Poems

Let me tell you about a special part of heaven known as the Rainbow Bridge. 

This wonderful place of green meadows and sparkling streams is home to pets of all sizes, shapes, colors, and species. 

We have all come here after passing away on Earth. But I would like to tell you about one area near the Rainbow Bridge that is a little different. 

You see, this is where the ferrets come. Sables and albinos, blazes and mitts, from the tiniest jills to the biggest hobs, everyone is happy here. Soft hammocks hang from the branches of each tiny tree made just our size. 

And if you look very carefully, you might be able to find a Chewweasel hanging there too. Mazes of tubes take us to paper bags filled with squeaky toys, or maybe to a soft pile of blankets and sleep sacks to curl up in with our favorite friends. 

Every day there is somewhere new to explore, something else to tip over and new friends to meet. Here there is no such thing as insulinoma, tumors, or ECE. We have all been restored to perfect health and have lots more energy too! 

Those of us who were neglected or abused are safe now, and we never worry about hurting again. 

Those of us who lost our homes are welcomed here. Days and nights are spent dooking, hissing, and dancing with each other, and maybe a dog or cat friend too. 

Our favorite part of the day, though, is when we all gather together at the Ferretone pool, filled just enough for everyone to lick a few drops.

But on some days, another special event happens. Every so often, a ferret, or even a business of ferrets, will know that it is their turn to go through the golden tube. When we see them turn to go, we all begin war dancing with joy, for we know what is going to happen. 

Tails puff and hearts pound as they race through to the light at the end of the tube and when they emerge, YOU are waiting for them! 

They jump into your outstretched arms and shower you with kisses. And this time, they're ready to be cuddled for a long, long time.

By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill, is a lush, green meadow where time stands still. Where the friends of man and woman do run, when their time on earth is over and done.

For here, between this world and the next, is a place where each beloved creature finds rest. On this golden land, they wait and they play till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.

No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness for here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness. Their limbs are restored, their health renewed, their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.

They romp through the grass, without even a care, until one day they start, and sniff at the air. All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back, then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.

For just at that instant, their eyes have met; Together again, both person and pet. So they run to each other, these friends from long past, the time of their parting is over at last.

The sadness they felt while they were apart, has turned into joy once more in each heart. They embrace with a love that will last forever and then, side-by-side, they cross over together.