by brad miller
when iwas 9 i had gotten a sharpei i named him jack.he was very playful.well we moved from virginia to ohio.about a year after we got there he was sick he had licked powdered cement they said he would be ok one day i came home from school and jack didnt come say hello.my parents were crying they had to have jack put to sleep.a week later we got a poem written on an old peice of paper in our mail box it was called "the rainbow bridge" i lost it when i moved but if anyone knows the poem send it to me.iwould really like to have it.my e-mail is bradscott12@yahoo.com