I grew up with pets and with my wife being Caribbean- she did not. Our first two dogs were brought to us by our oldest son when he had to move across the country. A 100 lb German Shepherd and a crazy Boxer. It took a total of 1 day for my wife to fall in love. The Boxer was only 7 when cancer hit and it hit hard. Our Shepherd pretty much gave up on life and we thought we would lose him too. My wife, still has not gotten over her loss. We got a new puppy Boxer and our big ole GSD hit it off immediately and he just came back to life. He lived until almost 16 and his last 6 months, his back injuries eventually crippled him. But, he got lazer treatments and not in pain, healthy, happy etc. so we cared for him. I woke up every 2 hours to clean and change him. My wife said that when he was ready to go, it would be in her lap and she would be singing to him. Our Vet and I feared that would not be the ending. And wouldn’t you know it, one evening, she comes into my office and asks me to carry out to our front porch. His favorite spot. I brought him out and laid him down on his bed next to her- she told me that she told him it was ok to go…she sat on his bed, put his head on her lap and started singing. It may have been less than 5 minutes and he just took a last peaceful breath and left us.
My wife was a wreck, as was I, and dammit, crying as I type. But it may have been the most spiritual and beautiful thing I have ever witnessed.
I hear of the Rainbow Bridge. What I believe, even if it is there, our pets are always with us. And they watch over us at all times.
