Rainbow Bridge

[Catherine]

In other words, when my time comes it could be quite an event.



I dreamt about Pigbert, the handicapped guinea pig, the other night.
I had left him somewhere and I couldn't get back to him. It was a scary dream because I sheltered Pigbert his whole life. I helped him to be all his little damaged body could be. He died 3 1/2 years ago and I buried him with his piggie family and I planted beautiful flowering shrubs over his grave. Even in death I protect him.
He was much loved and it is good to think that he is whole now because his spirit was never handicapped. He had a big loving heart, way bigger than his fragile little body. Being reunited with Pigbert is something to hope for.

Pigbert is one of many animals that I have poured my love into. I have never let loss stop me from loving again. All that love I have for Pigbert continues to flow into all my other animals. I think losing a beloved pet has taught me to love more.

At the end of my life, my ability to love should be a great flowing river because each love I have just adds to its volume.