Just this side of Heaven is a place called the Rainbow Bridge. When a skunk dies, that skunk goes to the Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run, stomp and play together. There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the skunks 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 skunks are happy and content, except for one small thing; they 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. The bright eyes are intent, the eager body quivers. Suddenly she begins to break away from the group, flying over the green grass, her legs carrying her faster and faster. YOU have been spotted and when you and your skunk finally meet you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face, your hands again caress her 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.
Then you pass over the Rainbow Bridge together....
This site is dedicated to those who have skunks waiting for them at the rainbow bridge.
Please email me at skunks@direcway.com with a pictures of you lost skunks and I will gladly add them to the site. If you wish, add a few words in honor of your furkid.
