This is another ACBailey Freaky Friday Challenge from acbaliey.blogspot.com. The challenge was to scrap someone or something we miss. This is another layout adapted from a Scrapbook Trends layout (I love that magazine!). When I put this together, I didn't realize the pictures are from the first and last Christmases I had with my rescued greyhound. I couldn't get any journaling on it cuz I got too choked up...maybe one day I'll put it on the back or do hidden journaling.
Products: Basic Grey Wassail papers, Kaiser brads, Pink Paisley alphas, Sweetwater journaling tag
Date: Sunday, December 6, 2009 GMT Views: 203
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Registered: March 15, 2010 Location: Fort Madison, Iowa Posts: 45
Tue, Mar 23, 2010 @ 1:00 PM
I think it's just beautiful. Having lost 2 retired racers myself, I know the feeling. There is a beautiful poem called the Rainbow Bridge (I hope it's okay to post it here, it has been on several websites):
The Rainbow Bridge
Just 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 of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are 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 and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be 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; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally 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.