Always in our Hearts China, Miriah And Xena

If it be I grow Frail and Weak,
and pain should wake me from my sleep,
then you must do what must be done,
for this last battle can't be won.

You will be sad, I'll understand,
Don't let your grief then stay your hand,
for this day more than all the rest,
your love and friendship stand the test.

We've had so many happy years,
what is to come will hold no fears,
you'll not want me to suffer, so,
when the time comes, please let me go.

I know in time, you too will see,
it is a kindness you do me,
although my tail its last has waved,
from pain and suffering, I've been saved.

Do not grieve that it should be you,
who has to decide this thing to do,
We've been so close, we two these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

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 and water and sunshine,
and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old
are restored to health and vigo
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 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.
The bright eyes are intent;
the eager body quivers.
Suddenly he begins to break away 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...

What is Death?
by Henry Scott Holland

1847-1918
Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
that we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without affect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.

All is well.