Today a little gray fella named Ozzie arrived. What a site! At the end of the bridge this boy came blindly flailing around the bridge like Rocky Balboa. I said, "Woa, woa who ya fightin?" He stopped and looked stunned. He asked where he was. And I answered with a comforting smile, "Why don't you tell ME?" And a wind swirled around his body as he underwent a stunning change. His gray fur hair turned to pretty silver. His bald areas were full of lush fur. And his eyes brightened as he looked at himself, his wings, his new body and then all around at his surroundings. "Oh no! But I fought so hard! Where's my mommy and daddy?" I broke it to him that the fight was over, there was no turning back, and that this indeed was Rainbow Bridge. But before he could get too sad or cry, I told him that his mommy and daddy would be here to hug him in no time. I told him in the mean time there was plenty to do. Little Ozzie preferred the fields of flowers here and the soft clouds to anything else. In the flowers he could hide and then bounce out at everyone that passed by. I had to wait patiently until he was done playing before we could go find his brothers and sisters, Jigs, Slim, Nacho, Sammy, Luna and Miss Shelby. They were grooming themselves in their hammies. Ozzie danced around, thrashing about in circles, inviting them to play. And they did spark right up. Miss Shelby seemed to roll her eyes as she preferred the peace of the afternoon. But in the end, she could not resist the little clown, Ozzie. They danced, dooked, and ran to the fields where they snorkeled through the grasses, and rolled in the flowers. It seemed like they played for an eternity. Eventually they did settle down in a nice fluffy cloud. Last I saw Ozzie, he was sleeping ... with a content little smile on his face intertwined with his friends. Sandee [Posted in FML issue 4821]