My best friend was a 22 year old,His name was Bo, gray cat, he never did like anyone but me, he was a inside cat, he was by my side while I went through a divorce, he helped me get through the death of my mother, He got a new friend my mother’s black cat, Tiger. both cats had been use to no other cats, I figured there would be a fight, they walked up to each other, and lived happy together until Tiger had to leave and cross that Rainbow Bridge, He had lived a long good loving life. Five years ago, a stray mother cat had a litter of kittens at my apartment, I found the kittens, and was feeding her, one day she took all of the kittens and moved up the road, except Baby Elroy, he was tiny, I didn’t know how Bo would react to a tiny baby kitten, Bow checked Baby Elroy out, never did harm him, Baby Elroy grew up to be a huge cat, long hair, looks like a picture. Bow got weak on Friday, July 4, I knew there was no reason to take him to the Vet, I knew his time was coming to Cross the Rainbow Bridge, I sat on Saturday and held him like a baby and talked to him, I stayed up all night Saturday night, I took him to bed with me, but he still had will power to try and walk, He would stand up like he wanted to go some place, and then just lay back down, I was afraid he would fall out of the bed if I should go to sleep, I got a quilt and put it in the living room
floor, and laid down with him, rubbed his body, held his little cold front feet, which told me death was coming soon, I prayed and ask God to please take Bow so he could cross the Rainbow Bridge in Heaven, where all animals are whole ago, no pain, and they would run and play again. I loved Bow with all of my heart, I kissed his head, and hold his paws, it was day light he looked toward the big window in the living room, and at 6:45 am he went home to Heaven, his friend Baby Elroy, and my little dog Dixie, was very quiet, just like they knew every thing that had happened. My son dug Bow’s grave, I fixed him a nice casket, his favorite way to sleep was to put his leg over his eyes, I fixed him just like he was sleeping. I took a bunch of red roses and put on his grave, his grave has him facing the East, just like a human’s grave. I have cried, tonight when I went to feed Baby Elroy, I called for Bow to come and eat. After you have lived alone except for your best friends your cats and dog, it is like a member of the family has died.
I played “Go Rest High On The Mountain” , I know there is many people thinks that I am “Nuts” , Think what you may, A pet is a true friend, always there for you, I was good to my cat, he never wanted for anything, I feel he loved me as much as I loved him. I was good to him or he would have never lived 22 years. Think of all of those poor cats and dogs in animal shelters waiting for someone to take them and love them, but the most of those poor animals are killed, I wish that I had the land and money to take all of the stray animals and give them a loving home. God Bless everyone that takes a stray animal and gives them a home. The Rainbow Bridge is a poem about animals that die they cross the Rainbow Bridge, to green grass and a new body.
My best friend crossed the Rainbow bridge |
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