Life is easier on the immortal side of the Bridge. I am blogging proof that there is another world where we will all be together forever. On the mortal side, while people believe in an afterlife, doubts still creep into minds which makes our separation more painful.
The hardest part of being a Rainbow Bridge angel is witnessing how humans suffer as our ranks grow.
This week our lifelong friend Pepper, after battling kidney disease for six months, had her kidneys shut down and needed her mom’s assistance to earn her wings. Pepper was her Mom’s, Miss Cathy’s, heart dog, her baby, her snuggle buddy, and her walking partner. Letting Pepper pass to the immortal side was one of the hardest events Miss Cathy had to experience.
When Pepper arrived, she was met by her mom’s previous dogs, neighbor dogs, and dozens of online friends who had preceded her. Pepper had tears in her eyes, mourning the loss of her Mom, Liz, their family, and her sister JuJu, but she also was laughing, delighted to see those she had lost during her lifetime.
There was no delight at her former home. Pepper no longer ran to the door to greet her mom, she didn’t stay underfoot when dinner was cooked, and JuJu wandered the house confused. Every thought, every visual image, was a cold reminder that something was missing. For a small dog, Pepper took up a lot of the house.
All senses feel the loss of a passing, but one of the most sensitive is hearing. A house is filled with calming sounds: "There is the sound of Pepper’s paws, everything is alright; there is the sound of Pepper’s barking, everything is alright; there is the sound of Pepper playing, everything is alright." When those comforting sounds are gone nothing is alright. The absence of sound drowns out all other noise.
My friends feel guilty about enjoying a beautiful, happy, funny, and inspirational dog like Pepper at Rainbow Bridge. She is such a real lady, and a perfect definition of what a dog should be. I love visiting her every day, but I know she would rather be with her mom.
Pepper is desperate to let her mom know that she is still with her, just in a place where she can’t be seen, heard, touched or smell. It is a place where the senses fail to recognize, but, if the unknown sense that is hidden in the heart and mind come forth, an angel’s presence can be felt, if only fleetingly.
We pray for the day those unknown senses come forth for Miss Cathy to give her a brief respite from her pain and start the healing process.