Felicity and the Rainbow Bridge
by Laura Rohrer Little Brooks
December 21, 2020
How in 2007 a horse in my care at a show barn in Mechanicsville, Virginia let me share her journey past physical death and showed me that there is indeed an afterlife, a heaven where those connected to us wait and where the spirit goes when it leaves the body. Only humans have the conscious power to sin. Unless inhabited by demons, animals don’t: they love with devotion and steadfast, pure hearts. That love is eternal.
We must aspire to be so Good.
THE 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 the Rainbow Bridge together.
– Author unknown
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