Unlike most days at RainBow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray, damp
as a swamp and as dismal as could be imagined. All the recent arrivals
were confused and concerned. They had no idea what to think for they
had never experienced a day like this before. But the animals who had
spent some time waiting for their beloved people knew exactly what was
happening and began to gather at the pathway leading to the Bridge to
watch. They knew this was something special.

It wasn't too long before an elderly animal came into view, head hung
heavy and low with tail dragging along the ground. The other animals on
the pathway...the ones who had been at RainBow Bridge for a while...
knew the story of this sad creature immediately. They had seen it
happen far too many times. Although it was obvious the animal's heart
was leaden and he was totally overcome with emotional pain and hurt,
there was no sign of injury or any illness. Unlike the pets waiting at
the Bridge, this dog had not been restored to his prime. He was full of
neither health nor vigor. He approached slowly and painfully, watching
all the pets who were by now watching him. He knew he was out of place
here. This was no resting place for him. He felt instinctively that
the sooner he could cross over, the happier he would be. But alas, as
he came closer to the Bridge, his way was barred by the appearance of
an Angel who spoke softly to the old dog and apologized sorrowfully,
telling him that he would not be able to pass. Only those animals who
were with their special people could pass over the RainBow Bridge. And
he had no special beloved people...not here at the Bridge nor on Earth
below.

With no place else to turn, the poor elderly dog looked toward the
fields before the Bridge. There, in a separate area nearby, he spotted
a group of other sad-eyed animals like himself...elderly and infirm.
Unlike the pets waiting for their special people, these animals weren't
playing, but simply lying on the green grass, forlornly and miserably
staring out at the pathway leading to the Bridge. The recent arrival
knew he had no choice but to join them. And so, he took his place among
them, just watching the pathway and waiting.

One of the newest arrivals at the Bridge, who was waiting for his
special people, could not understand what he had just witnessed and
asked one of the pets who had been there for some time to explain it
to him. "That poor dog was a rescue, sent to the pound when his owner
grew tired of him. They way you see him now, with graying fur and
sad, cloudy eyes, was exactly the way he was when he was put into the
kennels. He never, ever made it out and passed on only with the love
and comfort that the kennel workers could give him as he left his
miserable and unloved existence on Earth for good. Because he had no
family or special person to give his love, he has nobody 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 all-invasive gloom lifted. Coming toward the Bridge could be seen
a single figure...a person who, on Earth, had seemed quite ordinary...
a person who, just like the elderly dog, had just left Earth forever.
This figure turned toward a group of the sad animals and extended
outstretched palms. The sweetest sounds they had ever heard echoed
gently above them and all were bathed in a pure and golden light.
Instantly, each was young and healthy again, just as they had been in
the prime of life. From within the gathering of pets waiting for their
special people, a group of animals emerged and moved toward the
pathway. As they came close to the passing figure, each bowed low and
each received a tender pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears.
Their eyes grew even brighter as the figure softly murmured each name.
Then, the newly-restored pets fell into line behind the figure and
quietly followed this person to the Bridge, where they all crossed
together.

The recent arrival who had been watching, was amazed. "What happened?"
"That was a rescuer," came the answer. "That person spent a lifetime
trying to help pets of all kinds. The ones you saw bowing in respect
were those who found new homes because of such unselfish work. They
will cross when their families arrive. Those you saw restored were ones
who never found homes. When a rescuer arrives, they are permitted to
perform one, final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort those poor
pets that couldn't place on Earth across the Rainbow Bridge. You see,
all animals are special to them...just as they are special to all
animals."

"I think I like rescuers," said the recent arrival. "So does God," was
the reply.

--Author Unknown--

Debi Sadowski
Fuzzy Loving Ferret Rescue & Ferretry
Established in 1998
www.freewebs.com/fuzzyloving

[Posted in FML 6437]