Today would have been my Pembroke Welsh Corgi’s 17th birthday. He had to be sent to the rainbow bridge on January 27, 2007. So to honor his birthday, I share with you a Youtube video that I came across recently, along with the poem I finished the same day last year.

And the poem

There is a story, sometimes a poem.
It’s been put to music, and maybe been sung.
In your loving heart, it calls itself home.
It comforts your soul, when your head is low hung.

It’s about your pets, your closest pals.
Be it dog, cat, ferret or fish. Any pet will do.
It’s premise is good, you’ll love its locales.
It’s about a bridge, red, orange, yellow and blue.

You may have heard of it, but then maybe not.
It’s called “The Rainbow Bridge,” a place of fun, a place of love
For those who are new, read on for more than the plot.
For those who know by heart, a version that fits more like a glove.

There is a place called The Rainbow Bridge.
It lies between Heaven and Earth.
This place surely lies upon a ridge.
And always has a door on our hearth.

Our pets go here and regain their strength.
They recover their youth and their health.
All have the choice to lie alength,
perhaps even play with some stealth.

Regardless of whatever should pass,
There is surely one thing that happens.
One day they stop and they sniff, but not at the grass,
For with the wind, someone’s enthusiasm deepens.

As you approach, your pets break from their groups.
They know you’re there and can’t wait to reunite.
As fast as they may, they run to you as a troupe.
Together again you gaze at the bridge, marveling its height.

After several joyful hours of reunion,
You all crossover as forever companions.