Goodbye To Part Of Our Life.
The "our" referred to is Mrs OR and me. This afternoon we lost our beloved Doberman at the age of just nine years and nine months, after a tough battle with cancer. She was such a precious pet and companion. She brought us so much joy.
There are many who will scoff at those who so emotionally bond and and love to what is, to all intents and purposes, regarded by many as a dumb animal. For those who, however, love animals and their dogs in particular, the pain of loss is akin to the bereavement of a person dear to us. Only a few short weeks ago I lost a dear friend to this scourge of a disease.
After a major illness scare of my own, I think I need to ask whoever is using an OR Voodoo doll, have they not now hurt enough? I know the years together with Jessie were precious and packed full of fun, joy, loyalty and happiness. We all often have a soft spot for our pets and many of us come to adore a given breed. For us it was and remains the Doberman. Anyone out there with an identical affection and affinity will recognise the manner they take over. Despite the precious years together, it's never enough to steal the pain of their death.
I must now apologise and take a couple of days away from the blog. Right now Mrs OR's need for my attention is as great as it has ever been. Sure this is a minor happening in the overall trauma of our dysfunctional world. Yet in some ways it is also a poignant reminder of how strife, war, atrocity and the brutal panoply of our capability for evil may be tempered by the love of our other creatures, every bit as entitled to this Planet as we.
If not for OR, wish Mrs OR well in her present grief for a dear and special creature, among many, who enrich our lives and leave such a big gap when we lose them.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....