If we could but value the spring,
And the woods must be cold and silent
Before the robins sing,
The flowers must be buried in darkness
Before they could bud and bloom
And the sweetest and warmest sunshine
Comes after the storm and gloom.
So the heart from the hardest trial
Gains the purest joy of all,
And from the lips that have tasted sadness
The sweetest songs will fall.
For as peace comes after suffering,
And love is reward of pain,
So after earth comes heaven
And out of our loss the gain.
Spring is sending some subtle signals to us that she is on her way. Both Criss and Patty have heard spring peepers tuning up, but of course they have buried back in the mud at the bottom of the pond to await a warmer day. My friend Darren Porter, who lives in Kentucky, found frog eggs in some puddles. Crocuses are blooming, and the Easter flowers are putting out buds. It won't be long now.
We have never found our little dog, Chloe. There is a possibility that she could have been snatched up by a coyote, although it grieves us that she could have met with such a fate. Each night I go to bed wondering if she is cold, or hungry. When we lost Millie, we received a card from Elk Valley Veterinary Hospital, which was a comfort.
Just this side of heaven lies the Rainbow Bridge. When a beloved pet dies, it goes to the Rainbow Bridge. It makes friends with other animals and frolics over rolling hills and peaceful, lush meadows of green.
Our pets do not thirst or hunger. The old and sick are made young once more; the maimed and the ill become healed and strong. They are as healthy and playful as we remember them in days gone by.
Though happy and content, they still miss someone very special, someone they had to leave behind.
Together, the animals chase and play, but the day comes when a pet will suddenly stop and look into the distance . . . bright eyes intent, eager body quivering. Suddenly recognizing you, your pet bounds quickly across the green fields and into your embrace. You celebrate in joyous reunion. You will never again separate.
Happy tears and kisses are warm and plenty; your hands caress the face you missed. You look once more into the loving eyes of your pet and know you never really parted. You realize that though out of sight, your love had been remembered.
And now, you cross the Rainbow Bridge together . . .
By M. A. Preston
Our many thanks to those who showed concern, and who prayed.
Contact Alyce Faye Bragg at alycef...@citlink.net or write to 2556 Summers Fork Road, Ovapa, WV 25164.