In Loving Memory Of Rocky Ryan-Lind

Written by Consta Jenkins

Reprinted by permission of the author

Rocky felt so strange. He felt the world spinning away from him, as if he was falling, but not falling. He heard strange sounds, almost like music. It wasn't frightening or painful, like he had been afraid of. It was so very peaceful that he simply let himself drift and let the music swell around him.

After a time the spinning sensation stopped and Rocky found himself on solid ground. He kept his eyes closed, afraid of what he might see. He heard so many strange things and thought he heard voices. He kept his eyes tightly closed.

"Ains't he evers gonna open he eyes?" came a peeper's voice.

"Shhhh, child. Give him time." The voice was so gentle that Rocky slowly opened his eyes. He saw a stately siamese standing before him. She smiled at him.

"Welcome to the Rainbow Bridge, Rocky. I am Moki"

"And I am Beethoven, welcome".

"And I am Eatbugs, welcome".

Rocky looked around. There were dozens of kiddens all smiling at him and welcoming him.

"Where am I?", asked Rocky trying to take everything in at once.

"You are at the Rainbow Bridge", said a dignified tom, "I am Lucky and this is my brother Charlot. Welcome to the Bridge."

"Lucky. I know you. My mom cried when she heard that you died."

Lucky looked down at his feet for a moment, "I know. And she cries now for you. But in time she will understand." Rocky looked back over his shoulder at the place where he'd arrived. He thought of his humans and was sad.

The kidden called Eatbugs approached Rocky and gave him a nuzzle, "The sadness will pass, my friend", he said in a comforting voice.

"But will I ever stop missing them?", asked Rocky.

"Of course not, not as long as you love them. But you can hear them if you concentrate hard. And you can even see them. We will teach you how. And until you can be with them again you have us to keep you company" said Eatbugs indicating the kiddens standing around Rocky. Rocky looked at them. The kindness and concern in their eyes soothed him.

Rocky felt something brush against him and looked down. The peeper looked up at him with her large eyes, "You ains't gonna crys or nothin' are you?" she asked.

Rocky had to laugh. "No little one. Do you have a name?".

"I is Tiny Bubbles. You wants me to show you the bestest sleepy spots????".

Her eager little face lifted Rocky's spirits, "I would be most honored."

Tiny Bubbles nearly burst with pride. "Comes on" she grabbed his paw and started to pull him over the bridge.

"Just a minute, my little friend. I have something that I must do." He walked back to the end of the bridge and looked over. He pursed his whiskers and concentrated. "Tucky, if you can hear me, take good care of my humans. Don't let them stay sad and don't ever let them be lonely." He felt the familiar touch of his young friend and knew he had been heard. He turned and took Tiny Bubbles by the paw. She smile up at him and quietly he followed as his new found friends led him over the bridge to his new home.

© Copyright 1992 Constance Jenkins. All Rights Reserved. The author retains all copyright and intellectual rights to this work. It may not be printed in whole or in part without express written permission.
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