Over the Bridge

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February 18th 2010 12:06 pm
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It has now been a month since Grey Mouser crossed over the Rainbow Bridge and I feel I can let her tell of her journey:

Hello peeps! I am so glad my Mommy has stopped crying so much and can take a breather to let me tell some of what I happened to me in the past few months. As some of you may know, one of my kidneys stopped working last September and it became very hard for me to keep my magnificent figure. No matter how much I ate, I kept losing so much weight. I still played like an itty bitty kitteh (mostly to amuse Mommy) and managed to smack Sara Beth around at every opportunity, but eventually my heart just wasn't in it. By the end of December it was obvious to everyone in the house I wasn't doing very well and Mommy took extra special care of me, feeding me special gushy fud and loving on me all the time.

When the time came, Mommy called the v-e-t and very carefully picked me up from my special, warm spot. She held me for a very long time and for the first time ever I did not cry or protest because I knew where we were going and what was going to happen. Usually I put up a fuss, kick and scream, and cry all the way to the v-e-t, but that day I was very quiet for Mommy because she was very sad; I know she did not want to let me go, but she loveds me so much and she knew it was time.

At the vets office, I began to purr; as she sat in the waiting room, talking to all the goggie peoples and petting me, I knew my purrs would reassure her I was okay with what was going on. When she took me into the exam room, I purred extra loud for Dr. C. I didn't squirm when he weighed me and snuggled real tight in Mommy's arms. My favorite tech, Phillip, came into the room to help hold me, but he didn't need to hold me very tight because I was real still and purring very sweetly just for him, too. When Dr. C. stuck me for the last time, Mommy talked very softly to me, telling me about all the wonderful things I would see soon and about the wonderful memories I was leaving with her.

I must have taken a little nap because I woke up at the end of a strange bridge. I got up and began to walk over it. Suddenly I was no longer tired - I was full of energy, all of my senses were awakened and I began to see, smell, hear strange new things and the footpath was comfortable to the touch and somehow seemed familiar to me. As I reached over the rise to the other side, I realized I knew where I was - even though I had never been there! I saw so many bright and friendly faces - kittehs and goggies, and peoples I felt I knew! And right smack in the middle of them all jumping and grinning were J. J. Jagger and Speck - my dearest brofurs who had crossed the Bridge before me in 2002!

They were so glad to see me they knocked me over with their hugs! We made our way thru the crowds to the shade of a beautiful apple tree; they said it was just like the one they had in the back yard of their old house they lived in before they knew me. I rested while they bathed me; me fur soon began to shine and was so soft like it was when I was a kitten. My belly filled out and my whiskers grew ever so long!
Soon we were off romping and running with all the others, going all over the place. I saw things I never knew existed, and the colors were so bright and the sounds were loud and yet all was pleasing .

I know my Mommy misses me; I can see her very clearly any time I want. I see her and all my other fursibs going about their everday things, and I watch them with just a bit of sadness. It's hard to be away from them, too, even tho things are so wonderful here, but I know I will be with them again someday, one at a time when it is their time to cross over. I have been trying to go back and touch Mommy, but J. J. hasn't shown me that trick yet. Until then, she still cries now and then, and pats my favorite toy, Mr. Cheese, that she placed by my urn. I know she will never stop thinking about me or loving me, just like she does J. J. and Speck, but I do know she smiles more when she thinks of all the wonderful times we had together.