April 12, 2011
Andre was eleven and one half years old, the oldest of his litter. He and his baby brother Jacque came to live with us when they were six weeks old. They grew up ridding in the boat with the wind blowing in their face and walking around the vegetable garden. Sometimes he would be a boat dog and sometimes a garden dog, but always a friend. He had such a gentle spirit and was ever the gentleman. He just loved to chase the squirrels and play the game of sock. He loved to have his ears rubbed and give you kisses.
The Rainbow Bridge
Sent To Me By My Friend
There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass.
When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water and warm spring weather. The old and frail animals are young again. Those who are maimed are made whole again. They play all day with each other.
There is only one thing missing. They are not with their special person who loved them on Earth. So, each day they run and play until the day comes when one suddenly stops playing and looks up! The nose twitches! The ears are up! The eyes are staring! And this one suddenly runs from the group!
You have been seen, and when you and your special friend meet, you take him or her in your arms and embrace. Your face is kissed again and again, and you look once more into the eyes of your trusting pet.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated.
I'll be seeing you at the Rainbow Bridge my dear friend Andre.
Peace and Joy