The decision was made to put my dog down last Saturday, and we all knew it was coming. He had a fantastic, long life, but it doesn’t prepare you for the pain of losing a pet. I asked why it was called the Rainbow Bridge, and several people linked me to the story. I didn’t find any solace in it at all, and in fact just the opposite. So below is my version of the Rainbow Bridge. Farewell my baby boy, I hope you catch all the squirrels. xoxo
My mom with Doonie
Pain and Acceptance of the Rainbow Bridge (c) A. Krukovsky 2018
There’s a
Void,
a Hole,
a Gap
in my
Soul
which
Cannot be
filled
with logic
or reason.
It sometimes doesn’t
Feel
real,
then it can be so
Painfully Real that
I can’t
Breathe.
I know You have
Gone,
and that is was
your Time.
it might be terrible, but
I don’t take
much
Solace in that
fact.
there is still only
Pain and
Loss.
You were always there to
Comfort,
Soothe, and
Snuggle
whenever we
Needed you to.
and now it’s an
Empty Blanket,
left vacant and cold.
I can’t come to Peace with that,
even Days later.
May we find each other in
another life,
at another time,
where there will only be
Beauty,
Snuggles,
Kisses, and
Frolicking to be had.
None of this Pain that
Haunts me.
I know the grief will get better, but
It hasn’t Yet.
Despite all this Grief,
I do take Comfort
in Knowing
there is
Beauty and
Purpose
in all things.
Even in grief and loss.
May we meet again
in this life or another,
Until then
I will Cherish
the memories of the
Snuggles and
Love
We had for
Each
other.