I have told the story before, but it bears repeating because it was the beginning. There was once a site called Doggyspace. My Dad discovered it when reading a story about a “Facebook” for dogs. I was seven years old. Pocket was a puppy. Dad created an account for us. We immediately had 100 friends, many of them for life.
Everyone remembers that site as an idyllic place where all dogs got along and never was heard a discouraging word. We do tend to look back and remember only the good times, which is proper, because we survived the bad times, and there is no need to relive them.
11 years later we count the people and dogs we met on that site as our closest friends. We have shared their sorrow when a pup or person passes to the Bridge, and we rejoiced when a new member joined a friend’s pack. We became a family that crossed oceans, and even the River of Life.
The only flaw dogs have is limited lifespans. 11 years is at least ⅔ of the average dog’s mortal time. Many of the pups I met on Doggyspace are with me at the Bridge now. When Shiloh arrived, she gave me an idea. I stayed up all night drawing plans and then presented them to the Great Ordered Dogs board who approved them.
I gathered thousands of minions (those humans who were cruel to dogs during their lifetime and are bound to serve us after they crossed the Bridge) gave them my plans and told them I expected full implementation by morning. When the sun rose, I gathered my angel friends for a huge breakfast, and then I lead them to where the minions were finishing their work.
We climbed a hill and looked down on a valley where our new home at the Bridge stood shining. There was a big gate, which is always open, and over it was written “DOGGYSPACE.” When we were young, full of life and playing with one another on that site, we often commented how special it would be if we could all live in the same neighborhood, and now we can.
The site is open to all dogs who have shared their lives on a social network, even if they never joined DS. It is a place of great friendship, for hours of romping, for laughter for comfort, just like the original Doggyspace. We hope it gives our parents joy that, while we aren’t with them, we are all together, just as they so often imagined us.
If you are a parent reading this and have lost a dog, know they are still living in the wonderful part of Rainbow Bridge known as Doggyspace. While that site no longer exists on the mortal side, it is now eternal, just as the love is for all we met there.
Doggyspace is forever. Someday we will all be there together again, forever.