Was it today; yesterday; a week; a month ago? There are no days; there are no nights since my furbaby died. I reach to pet my furchow who is no longer here. My heart is broken; my arms are empty; how many tears I’ve cried. I leave the house, into the road we always walked together.
Is the rain falling or just more tears on my face. She used to lead me down the road. Her spirit leads me still. But we go a different way
to a very strange and different place.
I stand before a bridge I’ve never seen before. Somehow I know I’m not to cross. But why, I want to know. I look up into the clouds.
The bridge is gone and in its place is a rainbow. I look across the Rainbow Bridge and see thousands of healthy furchildren playing with my Bethy.
I want to run and love her, but I’m rooted to the spot. She looks and wags her tail and I hear her bark, “Not yet. You cared for me, you played with me and loved me to the end. I’m healthy now, don’t cry for me. I’ll wait for you and meet you here and we’ll cross the bridge together”.
I rub my eyes and the rainbow is again a rustic bridge. I send a prayer for that quick glimpse of her to the loving God above.
I brought her ashes home to be mixed with mine.
Knowing I’ll meet her and my others at the bridge some day.
They’ll stay with me forevermore in paradise.
| Marcia S Klaas |