Monday, November 24, 2008

To the Rainbow Bridge


One of our sweet old cats went to the Rainbow Bridge last week. Do you know the story?

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....

She began life over 14 years ago, down the block from us. Her mama, Rainbow, owned the family living in the corner house. Rainbow had a few kittens and the day we got to see them, this little black and white kitty looked at youngest daughter, age 4, and said, "I'm going home with her some day." A few weeks later she did just that and was known from then on as Pele, or Madam Pele in her later years. She was quite attached to youngest daughter right from the start and would do anything for or with her, including sitting in a doll highchair or being pushed through the house in a buggy.


She clearly owned this daughter.
Over the years, though, youngest daughter's temperament was just a bit too much for Pele, so Pele took up with middle daughter, appreciating her quieter attitude. Two of her particular loves were a pink Queen Anne chair, which she didn't mind sharing with all kinds of clutter in the art room

and her food, as evidenced by her size

And she also was quite fond of her brother, Artemis, often curling up with him to nap or giving him a bath.


Artemis has been looking for her, checking out the closet she sometimes slept in, or hopping up on the bed, hoping for someone to snuggle with, although he's delighted he doesn't have to worry about her eating his food! But I think he looks a bit sad.

We all miss you, Madam Pele. We'll meet you at the Rainbow Bridge.

2 comments:

yammy said...

Maybe Pae-Pae and Sadie are getting along on the other side of the rainbow!

Being BellaSophia said...

I'm sure they are :-)

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