You’ve probably heard of the Rainbow Bridge where pets and their owners are reunited after death. I know it’s purely mythical, but I tell you what, I want to believe.
I don’t have any idea what happens to us when we die, of course, but I sure wish it were just like the poem says–we’d be restored to perfect health and reunited with every person and every animal we have ever loved.
I want to see my grandma talking and laughing and sewing and gardening and reading and cooking macaroni and cheese. I want to feel her silky-soft hands in mine and smell her perfume. I want to walk with her through the orchards and hear her stories of the past. I want to tell her I’m sorry I wasn’t there with her when she passed away. I want to hear her say, as she so often did, “I just love you kids.”
And I want to see my big black dog, the whole powerful, pain-free 110 pounds of her, running joyfully toward me when I whistle. I want to walk with her along the river and throw a stick into the water for her to fetch until my arm wears out. I want to feel her head resting in my lap and her big, soft ears in my hands.
I love the idea of these two pretty ladies waiting for me when it’s my time to make the crossing.