My little Bailey passed away,
no more to breathe a sound.
I held her for the last time, then entombed her in the ground.
Day and night I wept so much, in tears I thought I'd drown.
I searched my soul for comfort, but no peace therein was found.
In great despair, I hit my knees and
then began to pray.
"Father will I ever see,
my dog again someday?"
I raised my eyes and saw an angel standing near a gate.
I sensed an inner peace I'd never felt before that day.
The angel smiled and said to me,
"Oh ye of little faith!
God sees every bird that falls;
He knows your Bailey's fate.
I have met your little dog,
I saw her pass my way.
Your precious dog is still alive; she just walked through this gate.
Paradise is lovelier than you can
comprehend.
No pain or grief, no tears or fears, and life will have no end.
God gave to man His only Son, to cover all his sins.
So why would God withhold from you, your pure and loving friend?”
The angel took me by the hand and
said, "Now come with me.
A glimpse of paradise I'll give,
to you so you can see."
Through the gate and o'er the Rainbow Bridge we did proceed.
Through green valleys filled with flowers, rolling hills and trees.
“Wow, so this is paradise!”
The
place was filled with joy.
I saw my Bailey playing there, with dogs and cats and toys.
She also had some doggie treats, and food that she enjoyed.
She'd made a lot of new friends there, including girls and boys.
Then I saw a child come near, and
hug my little mate.
She said to her, "I love you so," and kissed her on the face.
The angel said, "The child just crossed the Rainbow Bridge today.
Now she needs a little friend, to love and help her play.
God’s love for her would be enough,
in that make no mistake.
But in His love, He knew full well, the child would want a mate.
This is why God called your dog unto this splendid place.
God’s entrusted the girl with her, ‘til you pass through the gate."
I pleaded, “May I hug them both?!”
The angel answered, “No!
You’d violate a sacred site,
and now it’s time to go.”
He led me back across the Bridge and through the gate to home.
He left me there with new-found hope and peace within my soul.
If someone ever asks what happens to
a dog that dies,
Just give a gentle smile of joy and look them in the eye.
Take their hand and comfort them and tell them not to cry.
For dogs don’t die, they simply cross a bridge to Paradise.
Author ~
Dan Atcheson
