This week we reluctantly welcomed two friends, Rabbit and Presley, who arrived at the Bridge before their time. Nothing is sadder than a young dog robbed of his mortal days.
When we angels wake up, we choose the age we want to wear like humans decide what clothes they want to adorn. I have 13 different years to pick from. My favorite is seven, right in the middle, when I was full of sass and nothing hurt.
Sometimes, if I am feeling vibrant, I choose puppy. When I am wearing puppy, I run, jump and play. Honestly, I can only wear puppy for no more than an hour. It is quite an exhausting sartorial choice.
When young dogs arrive, they have fewer years to choose from. No dog I know has fewer ages to wear than my dear friend Ruger Ru.
Ruger joined us after a very short time on Earth. His mom loved him with all her heart, but he got sick, and she could not let him suffer any longer. He has been here four years living with his brother, Tanner Bub, the mayor of Rainbow Bridge.
The problem is that Ruger does not have many years to choose from when he gets dressed. He only has young years and young years are full of energy which means Ruger never stops moving.
Tanner does his best but watching Ruger always moving and begging to play is tiring. That means we each have to take time Ruger sitting.
I must say it is invigorating to watch Ruger playing like a pup. And if I am wearing my young clothes I can keep up with him for about ten minutes. If I am wearing my old clothes I just watch until my rapid eye and head movements make me drowsy and I find another friend to watch our forever young angel.
Throughout the day we work as a team to observe Ruger as he tries to burn off his never ending energy.
Truth be told, we do love Ruger’s running and playing. A young dog is rare here, and he brings the same smiles to us that he brought to his parents.
I just wish they had more time with him.