I wonder if there’s a rainbow bridge
Or is that just a story?
I hope you crossed today my friend
To a place of shining glory
A place with beds of softest down
And endless games to play
A place where you can wait for me
I’ll be along someday
And then all we, the pack and me
Will cross the stepping stones
Across the stream, beneath the bridge
To our forever home
A Friend Who Walked Ahead
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