Mane Street from Voices Newspaper

By Ann Compton

September 4, 2005

Once in a while, we humans are blessed with a very special relationship with an animal, whether it’s a horse, dog, cat or another of God’s furry gifts to us. When that happens, it is noteworthy, remarkable, and to be cherished.

It’s that special animal with whom you have a unique bond—the one who can seemingly read your mind…who is always there when you need comfort, encouragement or hope, who is happy for you in your triumphs and comforts you in your sorrows. We love all our critters, but this one is a cut above the rest.

I was lucky enough to share such a relationship until, in one day, a cancer we did not even know she had suddenly and unexpectedly took our first Shetland Sheepdog, who was a gift to my son 13 years ago and became mine. They say that everyone has a soul mate, whether human or animal. Scruffy was mine. She was indeed a special creature—a human in fur, so to speak, and responsible for our love of the breed that resulted in her two Sheltie roommates. Everyone who knows me knew Scruffy. She went everywhere with me, and never left my side. She could read my mind—in fact, she could frequently outthink me.

She knew when to use ‘cute’ to her advantage, when to show her amazing canine intelligence, and when to be aloof—diva dog that she was. She ruled the roost in our house and was alpha dog to her canine roommates, cats and the horses.

As I made the long trek to the animal emergency clinic to spend her last moments on earth with her, I reflected on what it is that makes these pets so different, and so hard to part with. They are not “like” family members; they are family members. And after sharing more than a decade of our lives, they are part of us as well.

So in Scruffy’s memory, I’d like to share the wonderful story of the Rainbow Bridge—not just for Scruffy and I, but for everyone who has shared such a relationship with one of God’s special creatures, these angels in fur that bring so much joy to our lives. I truly hope for all our sakes that they are indeed awaiting us on the other side. It won’t be Paradise without them.

Just this side of heaven lies the Rainbow Bridge. When a beloved pet dies, it goes to the Rainbow Bridge. It makes friends with other animals and frolics over rolling hills and peaceful lush meadows of green. They are as healthy and playful as we remember them in days gone by.

Together, the animals chase and play, but the day comes when a pet will suddenly stop and look into the distance…bright eyes intent, eager body quivering. Suddenly recognizing you, your pet bounds quickly across the green fields and into your embrace. You celebrate in joyous reunion. You will never again separate.

Happy tears and kisses are warm and plentiful, your hands caress the face you missed. You look into the loving eyes of your pet and know that you never really parted. You realize that though out of sight, your love had been remembered.

Together, you cross the Rainbow Bridge.