It has been a while since I wrote about a friend coming to the Bridge, not because there has been a lessening in arrivals, they still do, night and day, in sometimes overwhelming numbers, but because the number of angels I knew when I was mortal has dwindled. It has been more than a dozen years since I crossed over, and that is longer than the average dog’s lifespan.
One of the things drilled into me at Judge’s school was to never be excited to meet someone who has passed away. They are transitioning, and the day they arrive is usually the worst time of their mortal, and immortal times. It is why no one ever repeats a funny story they heard at a funeral.
So I had to hide my pleasure when I saw that Aunt Gretchen’s baby Chase was arriving. Like me, and River, Chase went from being perfectly healthy leaving those who loved him, especially his parents and his puppy sibling from another litter, Slater.
They had been siblings for 14 years, always together, two hearts beating as one. The problem with having a soul whose heart beats with yours is that when it disappears your heart becomes overwhelmed and everything becomes more difficult.
I thought when Chase came to my home that he was having trouble adjusting to his new life, but he shocked me when he said that Slater would be joining him by sunset.
I waited with Chase by the Bridge waiting for Slater to arrive. Poor Chase could feel all the pain his parents did on this day, as he tried to take it away from his parents and put it on him. But there was too much.
We saw Slater crawl out of the River of Life and cross Rainbow Bridge. Slater ran directly to Chase, without acknowledging me, because he could only see the other part of his heartbeat. I tried not to listen to their hushed conversation, except for hearing several times that Slater was so very tired.
Then Chase told him that now, for the first time in a while neither were tired, and they slowly began to play with one another like when they were young, and then they began running into the setting sun barking all the way.
The two hearts were reunited, and soon will be devoted to easing their mother’s pain.
I will bet on the two of them.
I always bet two for good.
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