Friday, July 10, 2009

Rainbow Bridge

The past two weeks with Luke has been an emotional roller coaster for all of us. From the bliss of our cuddle time to the surge of panic Andrew and I felt when we came home to find him missing... there has not been a boring moment.

Finally having a dog to call my own feels as satisfying and rewarding as I thought it would be. I love my "little" boy.

There is one side effect to having a dog that I was not anticipating, however. I find myself morphing into a giant sap who cries easily when I read a heart-warming pet reunion story... or stumble upon two poems about a greyhound who wanted a family for Christmas. (I'm not kidding.)

Yesterday, while researching something or other about greyhounds online, I stumbled across this on a memorial page for the greys no longer with us:

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 The 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 and 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 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. The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to break away 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.


Okay, so I will admit that after reading that I threw myself on Luke, who was laying comfortably in his bed at my feet, and asked him to please wait for me at the rainbow bridge. I really did. Is that okay?

Anyhow, already clearly emotional, I pulled myself together when my friend from the greyhound adoption group returned my call from earlier that afternoon. She told me some things that brought those tears back to my eyes.

Doc, the greyhound we first considered for adoption, has been having more seizures--poor pup. He won't be able to be adopted until they can stabilize him with meds.

Ensoul, the greyhound we were supposed to meet following our play date with Isaiah (now known as LUKE!) ended up almost killing her foster family's pet dog. The poor pup survived, but only after $1,600 worth of vet bills. I'd say we did pretty well adopting our Lukey.

It was after discussing the turn of unfortunate events for these other hounds that the woman from the adoption group told me something very hard to swallow. Luke was next on the list at the race track to be euthanized. The adoption group rescued him just in time. I can't imagine taking the life of the bundle of love that is this dog. For the second time that night, I threw myself on Luke--telling him how happy I am to be his "mommy" and ...maybe... shedding a few tears into his soft fur.


JennyMac said...

I love your post. We had a boxer for 7 years who we lost recently. She also went missing once, I almost had a hemorrhage. I also became highly sensitive (and sappy) for any pet story, and miss her like crazy to this day. Great story!

Hillary said...

dude, I am the same way
makes me cry EVERY TIME

Erin W said...

Oh Luke! I'm so glad he wasn't euthanized! Since getting Thunder Kitty I have turned into a sap too, I cry at ASPCA commercials, when Ellen tells pet stories on her show (there was a story about a man who rescued and rehabilitated a lion and then it went to live at a zoo and years later he went to visit it and it stood up and hugged him - SOB), and when I read the pets section of Craigslist about all the kittens who will be killed if someone doesn't adopt them. Needless to say, I only read that Craigslist section once and then banned myself from it.

Non Sequitur Chica said...

So uhhh don't watch the movie Eight Below. It doesn't matter if you don't own huskies....gets me EVERY TIME.

Sarah said...

oh man I am crying right work. oh man. Thank goodness you guys gave Lukey pants a loving home!

Anonymous said...


That video Hillary posted the link to sent me into gasping hysterics when I was pregnant. HYSTERICS.

But, you know, in case you want some more heart-shattering goodness, watch this (which totally made me do the ugly cry at work):