The young pup and the older dog lay on shaded sweet grass watching the reunions. Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman, sometimes a whole family would approach
the Rainbow Bridge, be greeted by their loving pets and cross the bridge together.
The young pup playfully nipped at the older one. “Look! Something wonderful is happening!” The older dog stood up and barked, “Quickly. Get over to
the path.” “But that’s not my owner,” whined the pup, but he did as he was told.
Thousands of pets surged forward as a figure in white walked on the path toward the bridge. As the glowing figure passed each animal, that animal bowed
it’s head in love and respect. The figure finally approached the bridge, and was met by a menagerie of joyous animals. Together, they all walked
over the bridge and disappeared.
The young pup was still in awe. “Was that an angel?” he whispered. “No, son.” The older dog replied. “That was more than an angel. That was a person
who worked rescue.”