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...

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Miko

The story of Little Miko stretches across the week that he was brought to us, shortly after the rest of his litter had passed.

We had never seen such the will to live in any cat- as he battled one of the worse cases of upper respiratory infection, accompanied with malnutrition and severe dehydration. Despite the rather negative outlook, it was obvious that the small russian blue kitten knew- very well- that he had a home waiting for him if he came out of the sickly stupor, and it seemed as though he wanted nothing more than people who would love him and give him a home... and thus he fought valiantly, cooperating unlike any other kitten would (it was as if he knew we wanted to help him) coping with medication, liquid injections, etc... he wanted to get better as badly as we wanted him to, if not more.

Until the very end he wanted to prove to himself, or to us, that he was willing to fight, even as he struggled to walk, he would follow any person around the house, only to let him/her know that all he wanted was attention.

He was unbelievably small, but his frail body housed what we had come to know as one of the biggest souls in any cat we have come by.

On the final day, he battled his sickness even though he could not function. He looked as though he was asking our permission to go, reasurring us that we would see him again, and that until then he would be happy to see his siblings once more.

And with a final look up, into the air, into the sky, he was free from his once weak body, rejuvinated, able to walk, run and play, and willing to wait for the rest of us down here on earth.

Good luck little guy, we love you