Dette diktet om å vandre over Regnbuen og inn i evigheten har ukjent forfatter, og jeg synes det egner seg som en påminnelse om hvor vi en dag alle skal vandre. Jeg har latt være å oversette det fordi meningen med ordene lett blir borte i en oversettelse til norsk.
Men diktet passer flott som en innledning til presentasjoner av de av våre keeser som desverre av en eller annen grunn måtte forlate oss.

The Journey Over the Rainbow Bridge
 

In a special corner of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When our loving companion has put on a coat of invisibility and passes on, they cross over into Rainbow Bridge.

There are meadows and hills to run and play and they are warm and content.

All who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor.

Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again

They are happy and content but miss the ones they have left behind.

One day they suddenly stop and look into the distance.

Their eyes are bright with intent, ears are alert, their eager body quivers.

They break away from the group, flying over the green grass, legs carrying them faster and faster.

YOU have been spotted and when you rejoin, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.

Their happy kisses rain upon your face, your hands again caress their beloved head and you look once more into their trusting eyes, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you pass over Rainbow Bridge together into eternal life