I am an Animal Rescuer
My work is never done,
My home is never quiet
My wallet is always empty
But my heart is always full
~ Written from the heart by:
Annette King-Tucker Wild Heart Ranch Wildlife Rescue Claremore, Ok

There is an Indian legend which says,
when a human dies there is a bridge
they must cross to enter into heaven.
Rainbow Bridge it is known as.
At the head of that bridge waits
every animal that human encountered during their lifetime.
The animals, based upon what they know
of this person, decide which humans may cross the bridge....
and which are turned away.

THE RAINBOW BRIDGE
The young pup and the older dog lay on shaded sweet grass watching reunions.
Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman, sometimes a whole family would approach
the Rainbow Bridge, be greeted by their loving pets and cross the bridge
together. The young pup playfully nipped at the older one.
Look! Something wonderful is happening!
The older dog stood up and barked, Quickly, Get over to the path.
But that's not my owner,? whined the pup, but he did as he was told.
Thousands of pets surged forward as a figure in white walked on the path toward the
bridge. After the glowing figure passed each animal, that animal bowed
it's head in love and respect. The figure finally approached the bridge and was
met by a menagerie of joyous animals. Together, they all walked over the
bridge and disappeared. The young pup was still in awe.
Was that an angel? he whispered.
No, son. The older dog replied. That was more than an angel.
That was a person who worked in rescue.
Author Unknown

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.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.... 

....my very special little girl....
"Lucy"
11-1/2 lb "Chug"
Pug/Chihuahua mix
June 2, 1985 - April 11, 2003
Look for Lucy's story in the near future

....my very special little Angel....
"Angel"
Pug
May 1, 2000 - May 28, 2008
Look for Angel's story in the near future

....my very special little girl....
"Sophie"
Pug
November 30, 1999 - August 22, 2009
Look for Sophie's story in the near future

....my very special little girl....
"Nell"
Pug
December 17, 1996 - April 21, 2011
Look for Nell's story in the near future

I Am the Flag of America

I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world.
Look up and see me.

I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.

When I am flown with my fellow banners,
My head is a little higher, My colors a little truer.

I bow to no one!
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped - I am saluted.
I am loved - I am revered.
I am respected - and I am feared.

I have fought in every battle of every war
for more then 200 years.

I was flown at Valley Forge,
Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appamatox.
I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France,
in the Argonne Forest,
Anzio, Rome and the beaches of Normandy.
Guam, Okinawa, Korea,
Vietnam....the deserts of Iraq and Afghanistan know me.
I was there.
I led my troops, I was dirty, battleworn and tired,
But my soldiers cheered me and I was proud.

I have been burned, torn and trampled on the
streets of countries I have helped set free.
It does not hurt for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and
trampled in the streets of my country.
And when it's done by those
Whom I've served in battle - it hurts.
But I shall overcome - for I am strong.

I have slipped the bonds of Earth
and stood watch over the uncharted
frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon.
I have borne silent witness to all of America's finest hours.

But my finest hours are yet to come.

When I am torn into strips and used as bandages
for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier,
Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent
at the grave of their fallen son or daughter,

I am proud.

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