"Squallie burger" was the best dog of all dogs. Before we brought this rescue Whippet named Ollie into our lives, I never before then truly understood the pure giving for giving's sake until I met him. Unadulterated love and caring only because of care itself, never because of what we got in return. Giving, serving, only because we wanted to. There were no strings attached.
Ollie I loved more than I thought was possible to love a "creature". I loved to stroke him, hold his sleek, thin frame, watch him "run with the wind," lay down and take a nap next to him, feeling the warmth of his body, his steady and slow breathing. Listen to his heartbeat. Watch his muzzle shiver. Watch his ears perk up when he smelled something good to eat. HIs body jumping when his family came home to greet them. Laying his long body next to ours, touching. Always gentle. Always wanting to be part but never intruding. Smart, SO smart. Attuned to the emotions of the room too. He knew when to offer a gentle kiss, a nudge of the cold nose, a simple presence.
Where are you now Ollie burger mcKinday Kuhns? Running with the wind in the sky with Shelby, Wesley, Pierre Pierre, Hoppo, Ritty Rat, Hewitt, Stanely, Freckles?
All our furbabies are there. I hope the Rainbow Bridge is true. What comfort to know that you are reunited with people and pets - ie LOVE - when you pass this vessel on earth.
Ollie ollie in come free.
Gentle, kind, sweet and attentive. Attuned to human tendencies towards whatever nuanced feeling that was filling the room, unspoken and unbidden.
Dogs sense all kinds of things. Dogs are amazing. And I've known some great, wonderful, loving dogs but Ollie you were the best dog we ever had.
It's really a quite cheesy poem. But I love it nonetheless.
The Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
"Dogs' lives are too short. Their only fault, really."
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
~Agnes Sligh Turnbull ...