• J ust this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
  When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here,
  that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
  There are meadows and hills for all our special friends
  so they can run and play together.
  There is plenty of food, water and sunshine.
  Our friends are warm and comfortable.
  

  A ll the animals who have been ill and were old
  have been restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed
  are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our
  dreams of days gone by.
  The animals are happy except for one small thing;
  they each miss someone very special to them, who has been left behind.
  They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly
  stops and looks into the distance.
  His bright eyes are intent. Suddenly he begins to run from the group,
  his legs carrying him faster and faster.
  

  Y ou have been spotted
  and when you and your special friend meet,
  you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.
  The happy kisses rain upon your face,
  your hands again caress the beloved head,
  and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone
  from your life, but never absent from your heart. . .
  

  Y ou then cross Rainbow Bridge together.

  Author unknown

Here is who I'm waiting to be with again:

Luxor was our first dachshund. He went to the bridge on September 21, 1999.
He lived 18½ years and in the last 6½ with me, he taught me more about love, compassion and companionship than 20 years of schooling and 50 plus years of living had.
Without a doubt he was the greatest gift I ever received.
He always displayed a sweet loving disposition, and viewed all other animals and humans as potential friends while always holding his ground.
Luxor you will always be in my heart.
RIP Luxor