POETRY & PROS

 

The Bridge

       Unlike most days at Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as could be imagined. All of the recent arrivals had no idea what to think, as they had never experienced a day like this before. But the animals that had been waiting for their beloved people knew exactly what was going on and started to gather at the pathway leading to The Bridge to watch.
      It wasn't long before an elderly animal came into view, head hung low and tail dragging. The other animals, the ones who had been there for while, knew what his story was right away, for they had seen this happen far too often. He approached slowly, obviously in great emotional pain, but with no sign of injury or illness. Unlike all of the other animals waiting at The Bridge, this animal had not been restored to youth and made healthy and vigorous again. As he walked toward The Bridge, he watched all of the other animals watching him. He knew he was out of place here and the sooner he could cross over, the happier he would be. But, alas, as he approached The Bridge, his way was barred by the appearance of an Angel who apologized, but told him that he would not be able to pass. Only those animals who were with their people could pass over Rainbow Bridge. With no place else to turn to, the elderly animal turned towards the fields before The Bridge and saw a group of other animals like himself, also elderly and infirm. They weren't playing, but rather simply lying on the green grass, forlornly staring out at the pathway leading to The Bridge. And so, he took his place among them, watching the pathway and waiting. One of the newest arrivals at The Bridge didn't understand what he had just witnessed and asked one of the animals that had been there for awhile to explain it to him.
      "You see, that poor animal was a rescue. He was turned in to rescue just as you see him now, an older animal with his fur graying and his eyes clouding. He never made it out of rescue and passed on with only the love of his rescuer to comfort him as he left his earthly existence. Because he had no family to give his love to, he has no one to escort him across The Bridge."
      The first animal thought about this for a minute and then asked, "So what will happen now?"
      As he was about to receive his answer, the clouds suddenly parted and the gloom lifted. Approaching The Bridge could be seen a single person among the older animals, and the whole group was suddenly bathed in a golden light and they were all young and healthy again, just as they were in the prime of life.
      "Watch, and see.", said the second animal. A second group of animals from those waiting came to the pathway and bowed low as the person neared.
      At each bowed head, the person offered a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears. The newly restored animals fell into line and followed him towards The Bridge. They all crossed The Bridge together.       "What happened?"
      "That was a rescuer. The animals you saw bowing in respect were those who found new homes because of his work. They will cross when their new families arrive. Those you saw restored were those who never found homes. When a rescuer arrives, they are allowed to perform one, final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort those poor animals that they couldn't place on earth across The Rainbow Bridge."

   The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail
instead of his tongue.
   -Anonymous

   Don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that
you are wonderful.
   -Ann Landers

   If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go
where they went.
   -Will Rogers

   There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your
face.
   -Ben Williams

   A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he
loves
   himself.
   -Josh Billings

The Meaning of Rescue

Now that I am home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed.
I'd like to open my baggage
Lest I forget,
Hmmm... Yes, there is it , right on top,
Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
And there by my leash hides Fear and Shame
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave
I still have to unpack baggage called Pain.
I loved them, the ones who left me.
But I wasn't good enough, they didn't want me.

Will you add to my baggage?
Or help me unpack?
Will you just look at my things
And take me right back?
Do you have time to help me,
To put away my baggage
And never repack?
I pray that you do -- I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage
Do you still want me?

Author Unknown

"He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog.
You are his life, his love, his leader.
He will be yours, faithful and true,
to the last beat of his heart.
You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion."
~Author Unknown

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If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there.





   Happiness keeps You Sweet,

  Trials keep You Strong,

   Sorrows keep You Human,

  Failures keep You Humble,

   Success keeps You Glowing,

  But Only God keeps You Going!

   You are so special!


 

 

 

 

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