The Bridge
I see him. He is dragging a bag. To the garage. It seems heavy. I wish he was here by me. There he is, he came through the door. I am so happy to see him, as I have always been. He doesn’t seem to see me. I jump near him. Still, no reaction. I hear crying….from a distance…the boy…he is crying…I come to him… he doesn’t respond….he cries some more…. the man comes upstairs….he holds the boy… I watch the two of them…. The boy sobs loudly….
I don’t understand. He isn’t paying attention to me. He never acted this way before. I bark at him. He doesn’t respond. I follow him upstairs, and lay on his bed. I hear something. He is crying.
I see him pull up in his car. He looks happy. I haven’t seen him like this in quite awhile. The boy comes out as well. He too is happy… there is another dog… part hound, part lab…… almost like me but smaller…… the dog barks at me… she keeps looking at me… what is she…. she sees me…. the man yells at her. She is sooo pretty.
I see a light. A bright light. I feel love and warmth once more. I see….a bridge. A bridge of many colors? I have never seen colors before…. so many colors….. who is that? Grandma Pearl? How do I know her name? I go toward the light…the rainbow bridge.
