Thanks to a dear friend I'm listening to "Just Kids" a biography by punk/rock legend Patti Smith about her years in NYC with Robert Mapplethorpe and one line in the audio book just moved me to tears as it so reminds me of my late step brother Andreas. “... his green eyes, his dark locks … his voice above the gulls, the childish laughter, and the roar of waves … the boy who loved …”
It's over twenty years now that he took his life, but tonight it feels as if it has been yesterday. Good night, brother mine. Hope you will find love, peace and happiness in the next life.
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 who 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 a 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, and among the older animals, a 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 her 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 her 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."
"I think I like rescuers", said the first animal.
- anonymous
R.I.P. Amber Houck. Lots of animals you rescued are awaiting you beyond.
He was my father-in-law, a good friend, larger than life and a Rheinischer Jung'. It was his second marriage to my Mother-in-Law, but you could just see they loved each other dearly. Three weeks ago he had to be hospitalized for pneumonia, then they thought it was lung cancer ... Then suddenly there was only a lung disease. Unfortunately, after surgery, one of his lungs collapsed and this generous heart stopped beating at 4 PM on Tuesday, 17th February.
Today, Buster, our neighbour's dog had to undergo emergency surgery. He didn't make it. His liver was full of cancer and they decided to let him go.
Buster was the second big love of Chica and Chandini's first ever love. Buster and Cenour were buddies and it kills me to see both of them sitting in front of the neighbour's door sniffing and not understanding why Buster isn't there.
Bye-bye, Buster ... beyond the rainbow bridge, Chica is already waiting for you.
As of yesterday, Cenour-Kimura has been sick ... he had diarrhea and was puking all day long after having gnawed on a piece of wood while we had been in those free dog run areas. The wood was okay but for a small part where mildew had gathered. I didn't notice before it was too late and he had already happily gnaewd away on that particular part of the wood :(
I spent the whole night with him, checking that he takes in lots of liquids and rushing him out for a quick walk on the street when he needed to. The poor doggie is exhausted (me too, but I don't count). We will be with the doctor later today, and hopefully we have already passed the crisis.
Now my stomach is acting up too, but that is due to the amounts of coffee I have been drinking since midnight last night. I hope. Keep your fingers crossed that this is only a virus and not a full blown poisoning from the mildew.
In other news, Luciano Pavarotti has lost his fight against cancer. Rest in peace, Lucci. Your voice won't be forgotten.