The Rainbow Bridge (as beautifully encapsulated in a poem of the same name - see below) is a mythological place to which cats (and other pets) go upon their death, eventually to be reunited with their carers. This 'rainbow bridge' webpage is a gallery of rememberance where much loved pets that are sadly no longer with us can be celebrated. We guarantee that we will not delete any entries from this section of the branch website.
The 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 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....
(8th July 2011 - 24th March 2013)
This is broxi boy, who was sadly knocked down on Great Western Road. We
got him at 7/8 weeks old he was such a beautiful boy and very popular in
the area :) He was a very affectionate proud cat and was fantastic with
my kids and was well behaved little cat. He was a beautiful natured wee
cat - he loved my son pj so much followed him everywhere. I am so sad
that he has gone too the rainbow bridge but hop he is in peace < 3
will miss him dearly rip broxi boy xxx
Mark (? - 14th August 2013)
Everyone at the Cats Protection Glasgow Branch is sad to report that branch stalwart Mark passed away recently at the grand old age of 20 years old.
Mark came into the care of the branch many years ago with a bad wound on his neck that took over 2 years to heal and left him with a skin condition that required regular treatment. Because of this medication requirement and his rather scruffy looks (although we think he had a certain rugged charm) Mark was overlooked by potential adopters and ended up joining the feline brood of top branch fosterer Liz. Very soon 'grumpy' Mark established himself as the boss of this catty gang. He became best pals with another long-time cat-in-care, one-eyed Timmy (who sadly crossed the 'Rainbow Bridge' last year), and a big brother to naughty kitten Neo. Who can forget that video of Mark teaching Neo how to groom himself
? And not only was Mark was one of our most popular 'Sponsor a Cat' cats but he was also the star in this year's branch 2013 wall calendar - he's August's cat and very handsome he looks too.
We are all very upset that Mark is no longer with us to brighten up our lives. But we are sure that he has crossed the 'Rainbow Bridge' and is running free with all his catty friends and waiting for us to join him. We love you, Mark.
Cats Protection Glasgow Branch
Alfie (2009 - September 2013)
I fostered 5 beauties for a few weeks for Cats Protection until they were old enough to be homed and the wee one (Alfie) who was being bullied by his brothers and kept coming to me whenever I went into the room. I decided to adopt him. He was the sweetest boy ever and we had 4 lovely years together. Most nights he slept by my side. He stopped eating for a couple of days and I was getting worried. I made appointment for the vet and that night my daughter called to say that there was puss coming from his mouth, I rushed home from work and took him straight to the vet. He was kept in overnight and put on a drip for fluids. The next morning he had blood taken and I was told he had kidney failure. The vets tried him with more fluids but he just didn't respond and they suggested he was PTS as he was suffering. I went up and he was half the size in one day. I couldn't believe it was the same cat I took up the day before. I held him as they gave him his injection and he laid his head on my shoulder and fell asleep.
Angus was the funniest cat I ever met. He licked my nose at 5 months old and I fell in love. Whether it was licking the tv every night when i switched it off, or jumping three feet in the air for a toy, or his biting plastic bags, bobbles, catching bluebottles in his skilful way, he always entertained. Scared of the hoover, he was never scared of giving me love , even if I was down. Rest in peace wee baby Angus.