I awake .... But
I do not remember falling asleep.
Just a moment
ago, little Jenny threw the ball
And I chased it
with all my puppy concentration;
Timing each
bounce in the grass to catch it at just the right moment.
Did I feel the
front yard's grass turn to stone?
Did I hear a
screaming sound? Perhaps I did. Perhaps I dreamed.
The fresh tang
of dewy grass teases my nose.
The warm sun
warms me. I open my eyes.
Many new friends
gather around me.
They show me
what to eat, where to drink.
We play and
sleep, near the Bridge of Many Colors.
This is
wonderful ... but it is not perfect.
I awake ... Only
a moment ago I fell asleep,
Deep asleep,
lying in Jen's arms.
I remember the
pain in her eyes, and the pain in my body, slowly ebbing.
So many years I
played at her feet, slept by her side, sat watching at her windows.
Slowly I moved
less, jumped less, ate less, saw less.
She loved me,
carefully caressing me, making soft soothing sounds.
The pain is
gone; The blades of grass tickle my nose.
I open my eyes
and find new friends gathered around me.
My legs are like
springs. Butterflies play tag.
I am fed, and we
play near the Many-Colored Bridge.
It is wonderful ...
but it is not perfect.
I awake ... When
I fell asleep moments ago, I thought all was finished.
But now I see
sunshine streaming throught the leaves above.
All the pains
and aches of my long life are dimmest memories.
I lift my hand
before my eyes.
I see it
clearly, soft and smooth, as it has not been in years.
I rise. My legs
are strong again, my toes against the cool grass.
My ears hear
birdsong. The freshness of dawn floods my senses.
I move easily,
drawn to a Bridge nearby, arching gracefully into the distance.
This is
wonderful ... but it is not perfect.
I approach the
Bridge, and turn to gaze into the fields nearby.
I see happy
creatures, sitting, playing and sleeping.
But my eyes are
drawn to two joyous beings,
Running at their
fullest speed. They seem familiar.
Can they be the
animals that I knew before?
They are! I
kneel down.
They rush into
my arms,
Wetting my face
with joyous kisses and tears!
We stand. We
move together
Across the
Rainbow Bridge.
This is
wonderful. This is perfect.
(Mike Blanche)
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