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"Death is not the extinguishing of the light... it is the
putting out of the lamp because the dawn has come."
~ Indian Poet Rabindranath Tagore

 

The angels opened their arms wide and in heavenly harmony
sang "Welcome home sweet Misty Blue, welcome home."


   In Memory of Barrow  
(Tivoli Blue Duck)
10/21/90 ~ 7/9/02

Dedicated to easing the pain of pet loss

In the grips of our worst pain lies the truth and purity of our greatest love.  Without a doubt losing our animal companions is intensely painful.  For many grieving hearts there is no one to lean on.  This is one of the many reasons why I've created this website, to offer others what was so freely given to me when I needed it most...support and understanding.

Misty Blue is responsible for the words on these pages, I am merely the messenger.  My own words will never be enough to describe the relationship that I had with this retired racing greyhound nor can they express the very deep emotional bond that we continue to share.  Misty's influence carries a wonderful message of unconditional love and devotion.  I thank God, Misty Blue and the Bridgekids for allowing me the honor of sharing with you her legacy of pure love.  This is one dance I would not have missed for the world.

SPECIAL NOTICE - please read before requesting use of poems or stories.

Music playing ~ "The Dance"
Copyright © and sequenced by Rich Austin.

The Dance - (Garth Brooks) Looking back on the memory of the dance we shared, beneath the stars above. For a moment all the world was right, how was I to know that you'd ever say goodbye? And now I'm glad I didn't know the way it all would end, the way it all would go. Our lives are better left to chance, I could have missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss the dance. Holding you, I held everything, for a moment, wasn't I the king? If I'd only known how the king would fall who's to say, you know I might have changed it all. And now I'm glad I didn't know the way it all would end, the way it all would go. Our lives are better left to chance, I could have missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss the dance.

"How many angels are there? One--who transforms our life--is plenty."
Traditional saying

Angel In The Sky
(by Terri Onorato)

There is a star in Heaven
and on it is a place,
that's been reserved for you since birth
a place meant for your name.

This star has watched you through the years
but it could not stand alone,
it rested high on angel wings
awaiting your trip home.

You slipped away, I held you close,
your soul flowed through my heart,
I felt your last breath through my tears
I felt your pain depart.

Tonight I looked up to the sky
and there for me to view
was one lone star shining bright
your name was shining too.

You were my angel on this earth,
you're my angel in the sky.
Wait for me, someday you'll see
our names shine side by side.



   Faith is like electricity. You can't see it, but you can see the light.  
Unknown

The Silhouette
(by Terri Onorato)

The silhouette stands boldly
at the end of the hallway
ears erect, eyes like jewels
the tail, it softly sways.

This wouldn't be the first time
I've seen her stand nearby
her image clear as crystal
from the corner of my eye.

Her visits I don't share with some
who think I've went over and beyond
the grieving time they deem I need,
they say I should move on.

I sometimes pity people who
have never felt just cause
to share the bond between two souls,
one with hands and one with paws.

The silhouette reminds me
what the others say is wrong
for as long as breath goes through me
there exists our mighty bond.

When the Keeper calls me home
and the Bridge gates open wide
our bond will deepen ten fold
as we walk through side by side.

You see, I am the lucky one
as I've been truly blessed
for someday we'll walk together
as eternal silhouettes.



Someone to watch over me...


"Make yourself familiar with the angels, and behold them frequently in
spirit; for without being seen, they are present with you."
St. Francis De Sales

Littlest Angel of Mine
(by Terri Onorato)

I was adrift on waves of feelings
swirling circles about my mind
wondering if I had the strength
to decide it was your time.

Did I have the right to make this choice
that would change our lives forever,
did I have the will to sacrifice
our precious time together?

Was I wrong in thinking of myself
while you grew so frail and weak,
was I selfish in my desperate need
to have you here with me to keep?

Into your bright green eyes I searched
and found within your soul,
the echo of a far-seen wisdom
the kind which only angels know.

You gently rocked my broken heart
and with angelic calm
you lifted all the guilt I felt
for wanting to hold on.

You showed me that the choice with which
I felt so wrecked and torn
lay upon a path God paved
the day that you were born.

Somehow you made me understand
the choice was never mine,
it had been appointed long before,
in another place and time.

So as I lay you down to sleep
your eternal spirit shines
and our paths will cross again someday
littlest angel of mine.



This Tender Path
(by Terri Onorato)

There was a time not long ago
I couldn't feel you near,
I'd cry myself to sleep at night
and watch dawn break through tears.

Encased in pain and sorrow
I couldn't plainly see
the essence of your precious soul
waiting for me so patiently.

I searched my heart with restless speed
but the desperate pace I'd set
caused a shroud to camouflage
the loving signs you sent.

In your own angelic way
you stilled my hurried quest
to reaffirm the love we shared
and put my fears to rest.

You let me know it mattered not
our length of time together,
for time can't measure what we had
nor can our bond it sever.

You showed me that the grief we feel
is a necessary challenge,
and support we give to grieving souls
should remain steadfast in balance.

Learning kindness and compassion
I walk this tender path with care
in the knowledge that your love lives on
through the common bond we share.

I won't take my purpose lightly
and your message is not lost…
Give back the love that's paved upon
this tender path I walk.



Wings of Light
(by Terri Onorato)

A gracious host of angels
prepare throughout the night
a place within the Kingdom
for the newest wings of light.

Rising from the lives they've known
these spirits leave the earth,
then one by one, side by side
their wings of light emerge.

A brilliant love engulfs them
and they quickly understand
the gift of life eternal waits
within the Promise Land.

Like radiant stars on canvas
their spirits fill the night
and our broken hearts are cradled in
their loving wings of light.



Whispering Souls
(by Terri Onorato)

I sometimes hear it late at night,
the gentle sound of angel flight,
descending from a higher place
closing gaps of time and space.

A gentle breeze upon my skin
pulls me from my dreams again;
a loving soul gone far too long
returns to reaffirm our bond.

My mind is racing, questions fly,
"You left so soon, please tell me why!"
the whispered words then spoke to me
released my pain and set me free.

"There is a place beyond this earth
where all souls seek divine rebirth,
no explanation can describe
the world in which pure love resides.

This place belongs to everyone
and when your time on earth is done
you'll travel here as all souls do,
no fear or pain will follow you.

Until the day your journey starts
you'll find me tucked inside your heart,
and when you feel our distance vast
your whispered words will bring me back.

This I promise you my friend,
we'll be together once again
and all the love our hearts can hold
will join as one our whispering souls."



In the Blink of an Eye
(by Terri Onorato)

In the blink of an eye you found me
I needed a friend as did you
I was sinking into the depths of despair,
you seemed to be losing ground too.

It took us awhile but we bonded,
our love for each other grew strong.
We weathered the storms of the fearful,
to each other's hearts we held on.

We jumped painful hurdles together
healing our hearts on the way.
Our stumbles revealed hidden blessings
filling our lives with sweet grace.

Just as our friendship was blooming
our Father above called you home,
your spirit flew high as my heart broke
in the blink of an eye you were gone.

You assured me you made it to Heaven
and the bond that we share cannot die.
Someday when I get there you'll greet me
two souls joined in the blink of an eye.



What is Dying?
by Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails
to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length,
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come
to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says,
"There, she is gone."
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side
and she is just as able to bear her load
of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says:
"There, she is gone!"
There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout,
"Here she comes."
And that is dying.


In deep gratitude to Misty Blue
for all that she has shared.

Your Words
(by Terri Onorato)

Sometimes your guidance is subtle
like a tiny wave lapping the shore,
a whisper that touches my spirit
and encompasses my very core.

Sometimes your guidance is blatant
like the storms on a hot summer day,
prompting in me the desire to share
your words to the world right away.

No matter the length of your message
I'm compelled to put it in words,
you nudge at my soul to keep going
not content until you've been heard.

Your presence is fleeting yet constant
your message is strong but serene,
your soul joins with mine in communion
and your joyous words make my heart sing.

How do I tell those who grieve so
that these messages filled with such love
come not from my own mere endeavors
but are sent from a place up above?

When a sad heart says they are thankful
for these words that have offered them peace
I smile as I send those thanks upward
to my soul mate whose now earned her wings.

I know that the day will come shortly
when I'll bid my farewell to this life,
I'll pass through the veil and embrace you
as your words draw me into the light.



I Wish
(by Terri Onorato)

I wish I had a daisy
for each time you've crossed my mind,
I'd lay a trail of white and gold
across the great divide.

I wish I had an orchid
for each tear I've cried for you,
I'd fill the deepest ocean
and watch the waves come through.

I wish I had a lily
for each memory that we made,
I'd plant them in the clouds
in tribute to your loving ways.

I wish I had a rosebud
for each earthly day you lived,
so I could pave a soft and fragrant path
to your new home at Rainbow Bridge.

   "Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye."  
(H. Jackson Brown, Jr.)



She Waits For Me
(by Terri Onorato)

Before the dawn of morning
on a hillside soft and green
I see a shadow in the mist
and know she waits for me.

The yellow moon her backdrop,
the stars above her glow,
her eyes illuminate the night
and beckon to my soul.

The softly veiled expanse that lies
between her world and mine
reveals a tiny ray of light
where hope eternal shines.

This tiny light of promise starts
where earth and heaven meet
and in her eyes I see that I
need only to believe.

A gentle breeze is escort to
the early morning dawn
and for the slightest moment then
we breathe the air as one.

A songbird greets the sunlight
rising high above the trees
and as her shadow joins the light
I know she waits for me.

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"Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it,
casts the shadow of burden behind us."
Samuel Smiles

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