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....
Date: Sat, 06 Jul 2002 09:59:24
and then there were two...
At approximately 11:30AM on Friday, July 5, 2002 Gizmo made his final journey to Rainbow Bridge.
Giz had a long and rich life, he was 21 years old and is survived by his loving family who misses him
very much. Giz's condition deteriorated quickly during his last couple of days. His CRF (Chronic Renal
Failure) was in the advanced stages and his diabetes was out of control. Giz passed on with all of the
dignity he possessed in life and his ornery attitude, that won him the title "Cat from Hell" from his
vet, Dr. Mike.
Before Giz left me to go on and chase butterflies I thanked him for being my friend and told him that I'd miss
him and that I wanted him to wait for me near the bridge. I never told him that it would be ok if he
wanted to be a friend to someone at the bridge until I can get there, but I think he knew. Giz had been
telling me goodbye in his own special way for a couple weeks, I think he knew he'd be leaving me soon. He
progressed from being content to lay on the couch near me to climbing onto my lap. He finally started
walking all the way past my lap and moving up my body to my face to touch his nose to mine and demand
attention, which I gladly and freely gave him. Friday morning Giz asked me for help. He was too
tired, and too ornery to leave on his own. Giz was quiet on the way to Ennis, he was content to lay on
his baby blanket and sleep. Casey and I spent some time with Giz before he left us, we petted, stroked
and scratched his head and neck. We both cried as we said our goodbyes, I'm sure Giz knew we loved him
and that it was all right for him to be on his way now.
Over the last two years since he was diagnosed with CRF and diabetes until he decided it was time to move on,
Giz was happy and responded well with insulin, methylcobalamin, subq fluids and all the love he could handle.
Letting him go was and is the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but I'm so glad that my little white fur
baby is no longer suffering and that he can walk, run and jump and eat anything he wants without pain or fear
of upsetting his blood sugar. I'm very proud to have been able to call him my friend.
Goodbye Gizmo, Giz, Giz Giz, Gizmotic, Fang Face, Moser Boy, we love and miss you.