A Rescuers Final Reward at Rainbow Bridge
I have the greatest respect for those who labor daily, often with heavy heart and silent tears, to save the lives of those animals so cruelly thrown away, abandoned and neglected by society. Rescuers work with great diligence, most often with little to no monetary reward. Donations usually fall short of what is needed and they don’t hesitate to dig into their own wallets to make up the shortfalls if it mean saving just one more life.
They often go sleepless for days nursing the sick and spend hours and hours driving around pulling dogs, who are sometimes just minutes from their death, from shelters. They will contact anyone and everyone they can to help, via phone or internet, begging and pleading, to save just one more. Rescuers network all over the country with each other getting the word out and setting up transport to get dogs where they can find homes.
Their reward? The look in that dog’s eyes when a loving hand pets him and warm arms cuddle him for perhaps the first time. But maybe they are rewarded later in the end. I like to think so.
A Rescuers Final Reward
Unlike most days at the Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray. All the recent arrivals at the Bridge did not know what to think, as they had never seen such a day. But the animals who had been waiting longer for their beloved people to accompany them across the Bridge knew what was happening, and they began to gather at the pathway leading to the Bridge.
Soon an elderly dog came into view, head hung low and tail dragging.
He approached slowly, and though he showed no sign of injury or illness, he was in great emotional pain. Unlike the animals gathered along the pathway, he had not been restored to youth and vigor upon arriving at the Bridge. He felt out of place, and wanted only to cross over and find happiness.
But as he approached the Bridge, his way was barred by an angel, who apologized and explained that the tired and broken-spirited old dog could not cross over. Only those animals accompanied by their people were allowed to cross the Bridge. Having nobody, and with nowhere else to turn, the dog trudged into the field in front of the Bridge. There he found others like himself, elderly or infirm, sad and discouraged. Unlike the other animals waiting to cross the Bridge, these animals were not running or playing. They simply were lying in the grass, staring forlornly at the pathway across the Rainbow Bridge. The old dog took his place among them, watching the pathway and waiting.yet not knowing for what he was waiting.
One of the newer dogs at the Bridge asked a cat who had been there longer to explain what was happening. The cat replied, “Those poor animals were abandoned, turned away, or left at rescue places, but never found a home on earth. They all passed on with only the love of a rescuer to comfort them. Because they had no people to love them, they have nobody to escort them across the Rainbow Bridge.”
The dog asked the cat, “So what will happen to those animals?”
Before the cat could answer, the clouds began to part and the cold turned to bright sunshine. The cat replied, “Watch, and you will see.” In the distance was a single person, and as he approached the Bridge the old, infirm and sad animals in the field were bathed in a golden light. They were at once made young and healthy, and stood to see what their fate would be. The animals who had previously gathered at the pathway bowed their heads as the person approached. At each bowed head, the person offered a scratch or hug.
One by one, the now youthful and healthy animals from the field fell into line behind the person. Together, they walked across the Rainbow Bridge to a future of happiness and unquestioned love. The dog asked the cat, “What just happened? The cat responded, “That was a rescuer.! The animals gathered along the pathway bowing in respect were those who had found their forever homes because of rescuers. They will cross over when their people arrive at the Bridge. The arrival here of a rescuer is a great and solemn event, and as a tribute they are permitted to perform one final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort all those poor animals they couldn’t place on earth across the Rainbow Bridge.”
The dog thought for a moment, then said, “I like rescuers.” The cat smiled and replied, “So does Heaven, my friend. So does Heaven.”
Thank you Caroline for sharing this with me so that I might share it with others. It brought me to tears reading it.
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