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A Bridge Called Love
There is a bridge of memories from earth to Heaven above,
It keeps our dear ones near us,
It is the bridge, we call love.
If it should be that I grow frail and weak, and pain should keep me from my sleep, Then will you do what must be done,  For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.  You will be sad and I understand, but don't let grief then stay your hand.  For this day more then the rest, your love, friendship must stand the test.  We had so many happy years, you wouldn't want me to suffer so.  When the time comes, please, let me go. Take me to where my needs they'll tend, only stay with me till the end.
And hold me firm and speak to me, until my eyes no longer see.  I know in time you will agree, it is kindness you do for me.  Although my paws they last have waved, from pain and suffering I have been saved.  Don't greive that it must be you, who decide this thing to do.  We have been so close --  we two -- these years,  Don't let your heart hold any tears.
They say memories are golden, well maybe that is true.  I never wanted memories, I only wanted you.

A million times I need you,  A million times I cried.  If love alone could have saved you,  you never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,  In death I will love you still.  In my heart you hold a place no one could ever fill.

If tears could build a stairway and heartache makes a lane,  I would walk the path to Heaven and bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same.  But God calls us one by one,  and the chain will link again.
God saw you were getting tired and the answer was not to be,
So he put his arms around you,
and Whispered, "Come to me."
With a tearful eye we watched you,
And saw you pass away,
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay,
A golden heart stopped beating,
your little body, paws at rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best,
We think about the memories from years past when you were young and strong and ran so fast. We remember all the great times we had.  They were the best and happiest years we had.  We will always look back on them and never be sad.  We look fordward to the time we will be together again and thank the Lord for such a good friend.

Now run and play in Heaven above cradled in God's arms covered with his love.  Playing by the Bridge waiting for the day we will come thru the meadow and cross the Bridge to stay.
This is our cemetery called Love. This is where the babies are placed when they do not survive during delivery or pass on shortly after they are born.  We have made special grave stones for the wee ones.

This is a place we like to go and remember all the joy and happiness our ferrets have given us over the years. They are always in our hearts and are never forgotten. We miss them so.
Our ferrets are with us for life.  When they cross over to the Rainbow Bridge they are cremated so their ashes will be close to us.  In time we will pass too and our remains will be cremated.
Our ashes and our ferrets ashes will be mixed togeather.  Then we all will cross the Rainbow Bridge togeather.  Our ashes will be spread over a secluded area over
looking the lake.
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