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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I'll lend you for a little while My grandest foal, He said. For you to love while he's alive And morn for when he's dead. It may be one or twenty years, Or days or months , you see. But, will you, till I take him back Take care of him for me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you, And should his stay be brief You'll have treasured memories As solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, Since all from earth return. But, there are lessons taught on earth I want this foal to learn. I've looked the wide world over In my search for teachers true. And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes With trust I have selected you. Now will you give him your total love? Nor think the labor vain, Nor hate Me when I come To take him back again? I know you'll give him tenderness And love will bloom each day. And for the happiness you've known Forever grateful stay. But should I come and call for him Much sooner than you'd planned You'll brave the bitter grief that comes And someday you'll understand. For though I'll call him home to Me This promise to you I do make For all the love and care you gave He'll wait for you, inside Heaven's Gate. What we are allowed to share with those special spirits, can never be taken from us. Those memories will be buried in our hearts forever. And even though some of those memories are not as long as others, they are very worthwhile.
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not here; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond's gilt on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awake in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplighting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine in the night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not here. I did not die.
Rainier Shannon AQHA 1963-1985 Snippy Spud AQHA 1964-1988 Snipparoo AQHA 1971-1990 Mel O Win AQHA 1974-2000 Keranaho Ketablan ApHC 1975-1995 Pauls Scoobydo Bee 1978-1999 Dun In Spots 1983-2004 Codalena Blue AQHA 1985-2002 IA Two Bee Do AQHA 1989-1989 IA Spades Leapin Ace 2000-2003 Rocking V Kota 1992-2004 Dox Pistolena Gem May 2004-Aug 2004 Scoobys Miss Hi Jinx 1990-2006 Stareena Pine 1982-2008
If It Should Be (Author unknown) If it should be that I grow weak, And pain should keep me from my sleep, Then you must do what must be done, For this last battle cannot be won. You will be sad, I understand; Don't let your grief then stay your hand. For this day more than all the rest, Your love for me must stand the test. We've had so many happy years - What is to come can hold no fears. You'd not want me to suffer so; The time has come, so let me go. Take me where my needs they'll tend And please stay with me until the end. Hold me firm and speak to me Until my eyes no longer see. I know in time that you will see The kindness that you did for me. Although my tail its last has waved, From pain and suffering I've been saved. Please do not grieve - it must be you Who had this painful thing to do. We've been so close, we two, these years - Don't let your heart hold back its tears.
Don't Cry Don't cry for the horses That life has set free A million white horses forever to be. Don't cry for the horses Now in God's hands As they dance and they prance To a heavenly band. They were ours as a gift But never to keep As they close their eyes Forever to sleep. Their spirits unbound On silver wings they fly A million white horses Against the blue sky. Look up into heaven You'll see them above The horses we lost The horses we loved. Manes and tails flowing They gallop through time They were never yours They were never mine Don't cry for the horses They will be back someday When our time has come They will show us the way Do you hear that soft nicker Close to your ear? Don't cry for the horses Love the ones that are here. ~~Author Unknown
updated on: 2/27/2009
IRISH ACRES Foundation Quarter Horses & Australian Shepherds Gene, Debra, & Shawn McGuire Everson Washington
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The Bridle on the Wall There's a bridle hanging on the wall, And Old Pokey's no longer in the stall. He's in the Great Pasture at last, Where he'll feast and never fast, Though he never shurked his task; For Old Pokey had plenty of class, So it is with man and beast, As I think to say the least. Time will come to man as well, When retirement time is swell. But that's not the end of life, Nor man's sorrow, or his strife. Though a man of means he be, One more stop, Where will it be? Heaven is a place of rest, Through Christ alone man stands the test. Rev. Charles E. Ashcraft
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P-234 William H Capps 1998 Leo came from Cameron Wimpy's number is one Both have earned the right to be called A Texas favorite son Time has shown their greatness As their praises we still sing But when you ride in Southwest Texas P-234 is still the King From the Palo Duro Canyon To the Diablo Plateau Across the rolling hills of Austin To the streets of El Paso Just ask any hand, he'll tell you Wether he's weathered or he's green P-234 is still the King He is as much a part of Texas As cowtowns or Rodeos Longhorns or coyotes Or the fabled Yellow Rose Jast ask any hand, he'll tell you Wether he' weathered or he's green P-234 is still the King There's Midnights and Gray Badgers Waggoners Rainy Day Old Joe Blair, Old Joe Bailey Uncle Jimmy Grey There're Rondos, there're Tontos The Hank, the Gal, the Gill Question Mark, Clabber Ben Hur, Ed Echols and Chicaro Bill These were no mere horses They wore lightning in their hide They scorched the southwest winds With their each and every stride Oklahoma Star, Cowboy, Beggar Boy, Nick Shoemaker, Amigo Brown Can't forget Raffles, Bartender, Joe Hancock Th ese are the jewel, but not the crown Just ask anyone who saw him Run the table in Abilene They'll tell you without blinking P-234 is still the King He is as much a part of Texas as black gold or dosey-dos Poco Bueno, Pine Johnson Jesse James or Matlock Rose Just ask any hand and he'll tell you Wether he's weathered or he's green When you ride in Southwest Texas P-234 is still the King Squaw H, his running daughter Was speed and beauty on the track King's Pistol was pure poetry With Jim Calhoun sitting on his back That princely son "Ole Pokey" Started his own dynasty As did Power Command and Royal King Two more splendid branches From this splendid tree Now I know there are those among us Who say he was "all right for his time" Then they'll proceed to "blah blah blah" About this old stud of mine My temperature starts rising Like a radiator on an old burned-out V-eight I slowly ball my fists So I can properly oil that squeaking gate But ever since I "oiled" that one in Amarillo The judge told me "to learn to count to ten" Because I was going to learn to count to nine ty If I ever "oiled" one again So I just tip my hat politely Then make my way back to the ring And watch one of his great-gand-get prove That P-234 is still the King He is as much a part of Texas As Bluebonnets or Armadillos Earnest Tubb's "Walking the Floor" Or the Playboys' "San Antonio Rose" Just ask any hand, he'll tell you Wether he's weathered or he's green That he's dead certain of two things One is that bourbon still goes with branchwater And that P-234 is STILL the King.
Eternal Whistler Virginia E Beck It is the Eternal Whistler who Goes whistling up the sky By his side are weary horses Who have come to him to die He whistles them over the far off clouds And up to the Shining Gate And while he whistles a different tune They stand and they snort and they wait He whistles a sudden piercing note And slowly the gate swings wide And when no one's looking-- St Peter winks-- And hustles them all inside.
Some of my other friends who wait.... Trixie -- rat terrier Sambo -- little black heinz Sheba -- my first Dane Queenie -- my moms Elkhound Max -- my rescue Dane Skeeter-- Australian Shepherd Jess -- Gr Dane Tessa -- Gr Dane Thor -- Gr Dane Puppy -- white Aussie Loki -- Gr Dane Missy-- Aussie Banshee-- Aussie Duke-- Ridgeback/Golden Oly-- a real genuine "Sheep-dog" (Romney by breed) Tug -- Aussie--1988-2004
A Parting Prayer D ear Lord, please open your gates and call St. Francis to come escort this beloved companion across the Rainbow Bridge. Assign her to a place of honor, for she has been a faithful servant and has always done her best to please me. Bless the hands that send her to you, for they are doing so in love and compassion, freeing her from pain and suffering. Grant me the strength not to dwell on my loss. Help me remember the details of her life with the love she has shown me. And grant me the courage to honor her by sharing those memories with others. Let her remember me as well and let her know that I will always love her. And when it's my time to pass over into your paradise, please allow her to accompany those who will bring me home. Thank you, Lord, for the gift of her companionship and for the time we've had together. And thank you, Lord, for granting me the strength to give her to you now. Amen. - © Brandy Duckworth, 1998
Two years ago I turned him out, He got too old to ride. He wasn't with the bunch today, That's how I knew he died. I rode upon the highest hill, The day was cold and raw, From there I saw him lying dead Down in the biggest draw. The kids had all learned to ride on him, Together they had fun. He always brought them home from school Through snow, or rain, or sun. If they fell off he'd wait for them, He didn't seem to care How much they bumped him in his ribs Or hung on by his hair. I rode up close to say goodbye, A horse like him is rare, And something seemed to fill my throat To see him lying there. I wish now I had kept him in, He'd wintered out enough His teeth were gone, he was too old, the winter was to rough. And as I sat there looking down On those old legs so trim, I thought of all the miles they went, Of how we trusted him. A horse to me is like a man They're both the same inside, The qualities we like in men Within the horse abide. I knew I'd have to tell the boys Their friend had passed away, To where he'd be a colt again with other kids to play, And so I thought as I rode on With eyes a little dim A boy would make a better man Who had a pal like him From the book, Logs and Leather. Published in Western Horseman (1966 ?)