A special message to you from Summer who is now under God's loving care on the far side of the Rainbow Bridge . . .
To have been loved and then said farewell is far better than to have never been loved at all.
For all of the times that you have stooped and touched my head, fed me my favorite treat and returned the love that I so unconditionally gave to you.
For the care that you gave to me so unselfishly, for all of these things I am grateful and thankful.
I ask that you not grieve for the loss but rejoice in the fact that we lived, loved and touched each other's lives.
My life was fuller because you were there, not as a master but as my best friend.
Today I am as I was in my youth.
The grass is always green, butterflies flutter among the flowers and the sun shines gently down upon all of God's creatures.
I can run, jump, play and do all of the things that I did in my youth.
There is no sickness, no aging, no pain, no hunger and no regrets.
We await the arrival of our lifelong companions and know that togetherness is forever.
Companions such as you are so rare and unique.
Don't hold the love that you have within yourself, give it to another like me and then I will live forever.
For love never really dies, and you are loved and missed as surely as we are.
When your time has come and your eyes open to my world you will see this beautiful, but very distant mountain valley where I will be under God's loving care.
Here I patiently wait for the day of your arrival, and until that time I will be happily playing with my brothers and sisters I have not seen since I was a puppy.
The Rainbow Bridge that you see before you will lead you to the other side of the lake where it gracefully touches the entrance of this scenic valley.
Where the Rainbow Bridge gently descends into a garden meadow is where I will be anxiously waiting to greet you with hugs and kisses . . . henceforth never to be parted again.
It will be a joyful reunion filled with memories of times gone by as we both together walk the heavenly path to meet our eternal loving Father . . . Summer