Scooter
Our Little Pony Boy!
May 30, 1964 -- September 9, 1999
Joanie on Scooter 1967
Those we love never die,
for as long as we live
and remember,
they are with us.
My Pony Boy
By Scooter
aka Ruth Anderson
We got you as a yearling,
you were so cute, so small,
that I didn't think we'd be able
to hitch you up at all.
You pulled the cart like a big guy
all over the country lanes,
and now you have gone to rest
and meet with your pals again.
Onward to the Rainbow Bridge,
go straight and honest and true,
because you see, Flare, and Snips,
and all the rest are waiting for you!
You will again be the leader,
still the smallest of the pack.
but they will follow along the trail
and you will lead them back
To where the grass is the greenest,
the water flows so clear,
You will be so healthy again, and
strong and fit, my dear.
So my Scooter, I say farewell,
It's not good-by, or the end,
Because I'll see you all again soon,
I love you, my pony boy, my friend.
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 our special friends
so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, and water and sunshine
and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill, and are 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 miss someone very special,
someone who was left behind.
They run and play together,
but the day comes when one suddenly stops
and looks into the distance.
His eyes are intent, his eager body begins to quiver.
Suddenly, he breaks from the group,
and gallops over the green
grass, 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 those trusting eyes,
so long gone from your life, but
never absent from your heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together
My Buddy at the Rainbow Bridge
Christmas at the Rainbow Bridge
All Rights Reserved © 1999 Ruth Anderson
