This page is dedicated to my
beloved pets that are waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge.
shall see beauty,
none to match your living grace,
shall hear music,
none as sweet as the droning song with which you loved me.
shall fill my days, but I shall not, cannot forget.
soft, dear friend.
"Angel cats are just pretend
Just sorrows that will never mend"
But if I believe that, I'm untrue
To someone who loved me and you.
For I have felt my cat's sweet weight
As she cuddles into bed so late
And heard her purrs, and felt her sigh
Mend my grief: sweet lullaby.
Faulty vision? I think not!
An angel cat, off like a shot
For that was how she ran while here:
Now plain sight, now disappear.
Angel cats are
They stay in touch to help us heal
Their fur dries tears that will not dry
And as we mend, our spirits fly.
Copyright © Rachel McGrath-Kerr
The Rainbow Bridge
There is a bridge connecting
Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its
many colours. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge there is a
land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass.
When a beloved pet dies, the
pet goes to this place. There is always food and water and warm
spring weather. The old and frail animals are young again. Those
who are maimed are made whole again. Those who are old are young
again. They play all day with each other and are very happy and
But, there is one thing
missing. They are not with their special person who loved them
on earth. So, each day they run and play until the day comes
when one suddenly stops playing and looks up. The nose twitches.
The ears are up. The eyes are staring. And then this one
suddenly breaks from the group, flying over the green grass,
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. Your hands again caress
the beloved head, and you look once more into their trusting
eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your
Then you cross the Rainbow
Bridge together, never again to be separated.
your cat, and I have a little something I'd like to
whisper in your ear.
I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to
work, some have children to raise. It always seems like
you are running here and there, often much too fast,
often never noticing the truly grand things in life.
Look down at me now, while you sit there at your
computer. See the way my eyes look at yours?
They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The
gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle.
You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you
see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who
loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that
would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for
just a simple moment of your time?
That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few
minutes to be with me. So many times you have been
saddened by the words you read on that screen, of others
of my kind, passing.
Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so
suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat.
Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you
may not even seem to know until the very end, when we
look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded
Still the love is always there, even when we must take
that long sleep, to run free in a distant land.
I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week.
Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that
humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and you
will be angry at yourself that you did not have just
"One more day" with me.
Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and
grieves me. We have NOW, together. So come, sit down
here next to me, and look deep into my eyes. What do you
see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you
and I, heart to heart.
Come to me not as "alpha" or as "owner" or even "Mum or
Dad," come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and
let us look deep into one anther's eyes, and talk. I may
tell you something about the fun of batting toys, or I
may tell you something profound about myself, or even
life in general.
You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a
soul to share such things with. Someone very different
from you, and here I am.
I am a cat, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel
physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of
our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a "Cat
on two feet" -- I know what you are. You are human, in
all your quirkiness, and I love you still.
Now, come sit with me. Enter my world, and let time slow
down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and
whisper into my ears. Speak with your heart, with your
joy and I will know your true self. We may not have
tomorrow, and life is oh so very short ...
Author Unknown ~
The next story is
dedicated to all the unloved and unwanted cats. What a shame our
humane societies have to deal with so many. Please spay or
neuter your cats if you are not a registered breeder and please,
love the ones you have now.
I was born today. One of 6. My
daddy was very famous. I have lots of half brothers and sisters.
My mother is very famous. Since she got famous, she has only had
kittens. No more loving hands, no more fun trips....just
kittens. She is always sad when they leave her.
I left home today. I didn't
want to go, so I hid behind my mum and my three littermates that
were left. I didn't like you. But one day they said I would be
famous. I wonder; is famous the same as fun and good times? So
you picked me up and carried me away, even though you were
concerned about me hiding from you. I don't think you liked me.
My new home is far away. I am
scared and afraid. My heart says BE BRAVE. My ancestors were.
Did they go to good homes like mine? I'm hungry because I can't
eat too much because it will be bad for my bones. I can't hiss
or scratch when the children are mean to me. I just run and play
and pretend I am in a big green field with butterflies and birds
and frogs. I can't understand why they kick me. I am quiet, but
the man hits and yells at me. The lady doesn't feed me good
things like I had with my mother. She just throws dry food on
the ground, then goes away before I can get too close for
touching or petting. Sometimes my food smells bad, but I eat it
Today I had 6 kittens. They are
so wonderful and warm. Am I famous now? I wish I could play with
them, but they are so tiny. I am so young and playful that it is
hard to lay here in this hole under the house nursing my
kittens. They are crying now. I am so hungry. I scratch and
worry my fur. I wish someone would give me some food. I am also
so very thirsty. I now have four. Two got cold during the night
and I couldn't make them warm again. They are gone. We are all
very weak. Maybe if I take them out on the porch, we can get
Yesterday they took us away. It
was too much trouble to feed us and someone came to take us
away. Someone grabbed my babies, they were crying and
whimpering. We were put in a truck with boxes in it. Are my
babies famous now? I hope so, because I miss them. They are
The place smells of urine, fear
and sickness. Why was I here? I was beautiful, like my
ancestors. Now I am hungry, dirty, in pain and unwanted. Maybe
the worst is unwanted. No one came though I tried to be good.
Today someone came. They put
me in a carry box and took me to a room that was very clean and
had a shiny table. They put me on the table. Someone held me and
hugged me. If felt so good!! Then I felt tired and laid over the
last one who cared. I AM FAMOUS NOW. Today someone cared.
and this poem is dedicated to all those that rescue
cats & kittens from the humane societies.
One by one, they file past my cage
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way
Way past his time, he can't run and play
Then they shake their heads slowly and go
on their way
A little old man, arthritic and sore
It seems I am not wanted anymore
I once had a home, I once had a bed
A place that was warm, and where I was fed
Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail
Who wants a cat so old and so frail?
My family decided I didn't belong
I got in their way; my attitude was wrong
Whatever excuse they made in their head
Can't justify how they left me for dead
Now I sit in this cage, where day after day
The younger cats all get adopted away
When I had almost come to the end of my rope
You saw my face, and I finally had hope
You saw through the grey and the legs bent with age
And felt that I still had life beyond this cage
You took me home, gave me food an a bed
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head
We snuggle and play and you talk to me low
You love me so dearly, you want me to know
I may have lived most of my life with another
But you outshine them with a love so much stronger
And I promise to return all the love I can give
To you, my dear person, as long as I live
I may be with you for a week or for years
We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave
I know you will cry and your heart it will grieve
And when I arrive at the Bridge all brand new
My thoughts and my heart will still be with you
And I will brag to all that will hear
Of the person who made my last days oh, so dear
brave Angel cat, folding a rainbow wing,
Stretched out his gentle paw
I'll find, purred he,
A kitten-- you were kind--
You must not grieve for me.
This one might do, this timid little stray
Terrestrial night to my celestial day;
It cannot take my place,
No other could do that,
But though you cannot bring me back, you might retrace
Remembrance in a kitten's pansy-face.
By Jacintha Buddicom, b. 1901,
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 can't be won
You will be sad - I understand
Don't let your grief though stay your hand
For this day more than all the rest
Your love and friendship stands the test
We've had so many happy years
What is to come can hold no fears
You don't want me to suffer so
When the time comes, please let me go
Take me to where my needs they'll tend
Only stay with me until the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see
I know in time you will agree
A kindness that you do for me
Although my tail its last has waved
From pain and suffering I've been saved
And please don't grieve it should be you
Who must decide this thing to do
We've been so close - we two - these years
Don't let your heart hold any tears
Everyone in the
apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the
resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting,
eating garbage, and, shall we say, love.
The combination of these
things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.
To start with, he had only one eye and where the other should have
been was a hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his
left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had
healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always
turning the corner.
Ugly would have been a dark
gray tabby, striped type, except for the sores covering his head,
neck, and even his shoulders. Every time someone saw Ugly there was
the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!!"
All the children were
warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him
down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his
paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same
If you turned the hose on
him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and
quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body
around your feet in forgiveness.
Whenever he spied children,
he would come running, meowing frantically and bump his head against
their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he
would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever
he could find.
One day Ugly shared his
love with the neighbor's dogs. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly
was badly mauled. I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to
where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at
As I picked him up and
tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and
could feel him struggling. It must be hurting him terribly, I
thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my
ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was
trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped
the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye
towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring.
Even in the greatest pain,
that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only for a little
affection, perhaps some compassion. At that moment I thought Ugly
was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once
did he try to bite or scratch me, try to get away from me, or
struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting
in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before
I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time
afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray
could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness
of spirit, to love so totally and truly.
Ugly taught me more about
giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show
specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had
been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it
was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To
give my total to those I cared for.
Many people want to be
richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful but for me... I will
always try to be Ugly.
asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.
Are you coming then? asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel,
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled.
For, you see, they need me, quite certainly.
But don't they understand, asked God
That you'll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined for all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is...forever and ever and ever.
Eventually they will understand,
Replied the glorious cat.
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them.
I just am...forever and ever and ever.
The following original story is
published here with the very kind permission of
Marie Applebee from Perth,
There was a family of water bugs that
lived quite happily in the pond at the bottom of the waterfall. They all
agreed it was the best pond to be in. They had the best of everything
all the time, and the best group of friends to be with and play all day.
There was only one thing to trouble
their lives. Every now and then one of their number would climb a lily
pad stem and go above the water into the light beyond.
They talked about this and made a
pact that the next one of them to climb to the world beyond would come
back and tell them what it was like. They all agreed, and were quite
excited to find out what it was all about.
One day it happened, one little water
bug felt the need to climb, attached himself to the nearest lily pad
stem and began to head upwards to the bright light above the world they
knew. He climbed and climbed and finally broke the surface of the pond.
The light hurt his eyes and he could not see very far. He was feeling
very sleepy. He curled up on the lily pad and slept and dreamed.
Some time later, perhaps a long time,
he woke and found that something magnificent had happened. He had
changed! His legs had grown long and spindly, and he now had a long
tail. Best of all, stretching from his back, were four stunningly
beautiful iridescent wings that sparkled and changed colour in the sun.
With a shout of joy he took off from the lily pad and flew, swooping and
diving in the warm sunshine. All around him were other dragonflies
swooping and playing.
Suddenly he looked down at the pond
and saw one of his friends. He remembered his promise to go back and
tell them all what it was like up there in the light. Sadly he realised
that he could not go back, he would not be able to swim underwater
anymore. He knew too, that his beloved friends would not recognise him,
and that they would not understand about the warmth of the sun on his
wings. He also knew that they would be here with him soon enough, and
then they could all play together in the sun.
We all have dragonflies in our life,
those who have gone from us. Perhaps we wouldn't understand where they
are now, but we know we will be with them soon.
Little Ghost cat,
Your footsteps pit-pat
In the hallway of my mind
The kiss of air, whisper-soft purr;
I hear the echoes of your purr;
See your pouncing shadow everywhere....
And smile through my tears.