There has been much sadness lately about our friends who have gone to the Rainbow Bridge. So, I have been doing some thinking. Here is what I think about the Rainbow Bridge: every cat gets to wear beautiful angel wings and a halo. The weather is always sunny and warm. There are many, many, many toys and fun things to do there. And best of all, we have many friends waiting for us there. Here is what it is like in my dreams:
I would like to remember the Cats-Who-Came-Before in my family who are waiting at the Bridge. This is Haiku. She was only Four when she had to go to the Rainbow Bridge. I think this is because she was extra-special. This picture is over 25 years old!
This is Slinky. She was a stray kitty that my Mommie got from the U.C. Davis veterinary school. Slinky liked to growl a lot.This is Cricket. My Mommie got me after Cricket had to go to the Bridge.
And finally, I want to say that I love you to my friend, Storm, the Furry Fighter. Stormie is the bravest and sweetest kitty I know, and she put up a valiant fight against lymphoma. Storm's little body is tired now. I wish her a peaceful trip today, and I will meet her again at the Rainbow Bridge, when it is my time to go. Rest well, sweet Storm.