As I was looking back over the posts on the Forum and Widget's Memories
page I realized just how many of our babies have been lost to us.  This is
dedicated not only to all of the Bridge Babies, but also to those loved
ones left behind.  I hope that no one minds if I have included their
little one's name in this narration.  I just wish I'd had room to include
them all.
 
 
A Visit to the Bridge
by The Water Weasels
 
There is a place, or so I've been told, where it never rains and it never
gets cold.  And all everyone does is run and play, or if they prefer just
lounge around all day.  There's sunshine and love and everyone's healthy,
and to get in here you don't have to be wealthy.  Everyone's happy and
joyful, without a care, and no one is cruel or hateful there.  No one is
fearful or ever feels alone and they're no longer tearful for they know
they are home.  They say the water's like honey and food abounds; I've
even heard there are raisin trees around!  It sounds like Paradise, too
good to be true..  can they all be happy and never be blue?  I think I'll
sit, just take a look.  I see a nice spot right there by the brook.
 
Wait, over there ... did I see a ferret?  I'll just sit and watch and try
not to scare it.  Hey, I can see 'em!  Ferts everywhere!  All running
around like they don't have a care.  As I sit and I watch my eyes open
wide ...for Bullwinkle and Duckie come and sit by my side.  I see Kira
and KoKo, I heard they were here; Nickademus and Dotty also come near.
There's Re-Run and Shreddy, Potatoe and Fox all dookin' with Pee Dee, Baby
and Sox.  Tonic and Scamp sure are proud!  But Bandit, Hans, Sable and
Tigger are all running wild.  Smokey Joe and Bear Ryan relax in the shade.
Like Igor and Tasha they sure have it made.  Sharmyn and Kulou are kicking
up their heels.  You can tell these kids don't miss many meals!
 
Yogi and Faith are both fat and sassy, and Littleone and Froderick are
sure acting brassy!!!  Here come Gizmo and Peanut ... what's that on their
heads?  Looks like daisies from the flowerbeds.  Inga, Ab and Domino are
briskly war dancin' while River and Stinky are happily prancin'.  Widget
and Dweezil stretch out on the ground while Scooter Pie and Snowball
bounce all around.  Chip and Dale play together again ... and Mr. Weebles
and Rosie have been re-united, they're friends.  Valentine and Nicky
snorkel in the stream.  Ashley and Bandit tickle each other 'til they
scream.  There's Jasmine and Koral wrestlin' with each other while Rascal
is being chased by Peanut Butter.  While Belle Starr and Samantha just
lie there and pose Dusty and Rascis swat at a rose.
 
I see so many kids ...  Chelsea, RC and Emily, too; Sassy, Junior and
Garret to just name a few.  Each way I turn there are so many ferrets,
some waiting on friends, some for their parents.  And even the ones who on
Earth had no home are taken in here, no longer to roam.  They've all come
together to live as one, and all they have to do is eat, sleep, play and
run.  For everyone here is fuzzy, healthy and fat ...and everyone here
has their dignity back.  Here's there no conflict and everyone's safe;
it's hard to really envision this place.  When the kids are tired and
ready for bed they have plenty of places to lay their heads.  Sleep sacks
and hammocks hang in the trees or they can lie on a blanket wherever they
please.
 
There are raisins and Bandits and Yogi Treats, too!  And toys galore, I'll
name one or two.  They have socks and balls, and things on stings ...
pull them too hard and they'll really zing!!  There are tunnels to dig and
flowers to un-pot, and no one cares if they do it or not.  No one gets
scolded or punished, you see, for every new morn all's as it should be.
There is water to play in, to snorkel or swim; and every once in a while
a fert gets pushed in.  But it's all in fun and there's never a fuss.
Wouldn't it be nice if that could be us?  This has gone on throughout the
years, and the little ones ask that we shed no more tears.  For the meadow
one of the nicest places, and while we're apart they won't forget our
faces.
 
"We lived our life there, whether good or bad, but we still don't want
anyone to be sad.  For now, don't you see, we're not sick any more, or
hurt or abandoned, or kicked out the door.  And up here no horrors ever
unfold ... and many are here 'cause they just got so old.  They lived
their lives 'til they got so tired, and you kissed their heads as they
expired.  Here, don't you see, we're all happy and fit, from the very old
to the tiniest kit.  We wait in the meadow, by the Bridge you see, and
some day we'll cross it, you and me.  We may bring a friend or two, maybe
three, 'cause some have been adopted by you and me.  For some had no name,
others no home, and it's not their fault, they shouldn't be sad and alone.
 
So shed no more tears; think loving thoughts of me.  Keep me in your heart
and one day you'll see That we'll be together, and side by side, we'll
cross the Bridge to the other side."
[Posted in FML issue 3638]