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~ The Rescuer's

Rainbow Bridge ~

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The Cat At the Gate

Oh what unhappy twist of fate

has brought you to my gate ?

The gate where once another stood

to beg for shelter warmth and food.

For from that day I ceased to be

the master of my destiny.

While he, with purr and velvet paw

became within my house the law.

He scratched the furniture and shed

and claimed the middle of my bed.

He ruled in arrogance and pride

and broke my heart the day he died.

So if you really think, oh Cat

I'd willingly relive all that

because you come forlorn and thin;

Well.......don't just stand there.

Come on in!

~ Anon ~

WEBMASTER'S NOTE:

As introduction, I'd like to add this little verse here. Many of us have found ourselves in this spot on life's highway, with almost identical thoughts and feelings. I thought you might like to be reminded of the past ......

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Rescuer's Rainbow Bridge

nlike most days at Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as could be imagined. All of the recent arrivals had no idea what to think, as they had never experienced a day like this before. But the animals who had been waiting for their beloved people knew exactly what was going on and started to gather at the pathway leading to The Bridge to watch.

It wasn't long before an elderly animal came into view, head hung low and tail dragging. The other animals, the ones who had been there for a while, knew what his story was right away, for they had seen this happen far too often.

He approached slowly, obviously in great emotional pain, but with no sign of injury or illness. Unlike all of the other animals waiting at The Bridge, this animal had not been restored to youth and made healthy and vigorous again. As he walked toward The Bridge, he watched all of the other animals watching him. He knew he was out of place here and the sooner he could cross over, the happier he would be. But, alas, as he approached The Bridge, his way was barred by the appearance of an Angel who apologized, but told him that he would not be able to pass. Only those animals who were with their people could pass over Rainbow Bridge.

With no place else to turn to, the elderly animal turned towards the fields before The Bridge and saw a group of other animals like himself, also elderly and infirm. They weren't playing, but rather simply lying on the green grass, forlornly staring out at the pathway leading to The Bridge. And so, he took his place among them, watching the pathway and waiting.

One of the newest arrivals at The Bridge didn't understand what he had just witnessed and asked one of the animals that had been there for awhile to explain it to him.

"You see, that poor animal was a rescue. He was turned in to rescue just as you see him now, an older animal with his fur graying and his eyes clouding. He never made it out of rescue and passed on with only the love of his rescuer to comfort him as he left his earthly existence. Because he had no family to give his love to, he has no one to escort him across The Bridge."

The first animal thought about this for a minute and then asked, "So what will happen now?" As he was about to receive his answer, the clouds suddenly parted and the gloom lifted. Approaching The Bridge could be seen a single person and among the older animals, a whole group was suddenly bathed in a golden light and they were all young and healthy again, just as they were in the prime of life.

"Watch, and see.", said the second animal. A second group of animals from those waiting came to the pathway and bowed low as the person neared. At each bowed head, the person offered a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears. The newly restored animals fell into line and followed him towards The Bridge. They all crossed The Bridge together.

"What happened?"

"That was a rescuer. The animals you saw bowing in respect were those who found new homes because of her work. They will cross when their new families arrive. Those you saw restored were those who never found homes. When a rescuer arrives, they are allowed to perform one, final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort those poor animals that they couldn't place on earth across The Rainbow Bridge."

"I think I like rescuers", said the first animal.

"So does GOD", was the reply.

~ The Author is Unknown ~

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~ Buddy Bear's Cats' World - A Story ~

ere is a story we know some of you have read at one time or another. I felt I just had to add it here. It touches my family in more ways than one.

The beginnings of Buddy Bear's Cats' World centers around a little Cat my youngest daughter and I stood at the top of my Mom's drive and watched being thrown from a moving car. She landed well though, with no injuries, and after a short "bath", she casually strolled up that drive and strait into our hearts. My daughter named her "Contessa".

She and her blood line have passed on to The Bridge now, but the rescues are still ruling the lives of the humans at Five Oaks Manor, South Woods, Mississippi. Buddy, as well as his three furbrothers, Miki, Tegar and Rowdy are all rescues, taken where they were found and welcomed into our homes, and into our hearts, without a doubt or worry as to whether they would fit in. In the summer of 2006, the insiders were joined by two little neighborhood castaway/reject/unwanteds who have moved onto our car port, now converted to what we lovingly call the "Cat Porch," and proudly share equal time with the insider's humans.

There was another; a young cat, taken in about the time we were welcoming our third little rescue kitten to the homeplace. His time with us was short though; we lost him to one of the many diseases the stray, the rejected, the outside cats, the ferals, are all subject to.

When we were talking about this little one, whom we named Morris, the little HoBo, (on my cat forum, "Buddy's Place" ), I was told by a forum friend "From what I have read, it appears that Morris was a rescued cat, you have given him the love and home he didn't have, and so he will be restored, should he have to go to the Bridge .....

..... this one always makes me cry for the ones who weren't so lucky, until the rescuer also goes to the Bridge."

So this story is posted in honor of those souls devoted to the rescue of the little critters who come their way without a second thought.