It has been 3 months and 8 days since my baby girl Faith left me for another world and it has been 1 month and 8 days since my Red King Rory left me to be at her side.
On good days I see them playing together in an open field. Faith is running with her hair flying around her and the Red King is at her heels protecting her from all sorts of harm. After a little while, they stop under a big oak tree and Rory stretches out his long body while Faith curls up near his nose, her body almost as big as his head. They momentarily look at each other and then close their eyes. My eyes strain not to close just so I can envision them longer, but soon the vision fades and the realization that they have both entered a grander plane floods me. I should be happy for them but I have to shamefully admit that my heart remains broken. It seems I can not fully adjust.
Faith’s death was painful but understood. She had been ill for quite some time and when her final end came, it was not unexpected. I was able to mourn her loss but still understand that she was made whole after her death. Rory’s death was untimely, unexpected and much more painful. He was playing in the yard, collapsed and was gone within seconds. I didn’t have a chance to hold him like I held Faith during her last few minutes of life with me. I was not able to sing to him the song I sang to Faith as I rocked her in my arms when she took her last breath. I was only able to hold Rory close to me after he died and kiss his nose as I so often kissed it when he slept; but this time I knew he would never wake. I cried out to God, but he wanted Rory for himself or he knew what Rory’s destiny would be if he had not died that day.
After reading all I could about how to “get over” the death of a pet, I took some advice and two weeks after the death of Rory, I bought a puppy. Wyatt, is the new addition to my house. He is the same breed as Rory but I have to sadly admit that I do not feel for him what I felt for Rory. Right now, when I look at Wyatt, I see a beautiful Doberman Pinscher puppy that is so eager to please and be playful; but there are times when I look at him, all I feel a deep feeling of loss for the companionship that Rory gave to me. If the truth be told, today, I would trade this little eager puppy for one more day with my Red King.
I did what was suggested and bought a puppy; not to replace Rory but to help heal myself from the pain. I should have waited. I pray that someday I will be able to give Wyatt the love he so richly deserves.
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 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, 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 each 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. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run 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.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….