Earlier this week my mama saw a post on the Facebook and was sad.
Her friend’s pug died suddenly. Leaving my mama’s friend and her family heartbroken.
In my 72 pug years, I’ve heard a lot about crossing what is called The Rainbow Bridge. At some point in our lives, all of us pets cross the bridge into heaven. It’s always sad. I’ve lost a few of my friends over the years to the bridge. I miss them.
It’s a beautiful place though, with a gorgeous field to run, toys to squeak and ehem, what I’m looking forward to the most, treats. All the treats you can fill your belly with.
The older I get, the more I think about the day my paws will pitter patter under that beautiful curve of covers. My mama thinks about it too and it makes her eyes drip water. Don’t worry, I’m a good pug and I lick her face dry.
Sometimes I hear my mama telling papa: “I’m not sure what I’ll do when Ricky goes.”
At first I didn’t understand. Where was I going and why my mama wasn’t coming with me?
Now that I’m older, ergo a wiser pug, I know. Sometimes, there are places our mamas and papas can’t go. One of those places, unfortunately, is the Rainbow Bridge. You see, often, our mamas and papas still have work to do and it’s not time for them to go. Most of the time, it’s so that they can give another pet a loving home.
Don’t be sad, though. You can rest assured that one day you will be with your mama and papa again, once all their work is done.
When that day comes, the angels will tell you when it’s time to wait at the foot of the bridge. Oh, when you see them, your tail will just wag and wag. As soon as they see you, they will know that they are home forever.
All my snorts,
Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day is August 28. Author Deborah Barnes founded the day as a way for people to share their memories of all the pets they have loved and lost.
Ricky the Pug lives in Bethel with his loving family. He’s a professional snorter and spends most days snoozing nearby his mama.