The Rainbow Bridge Not Just a Crossover for Animals

Correct me if I am wrong, and boy I am always corrected when given the opportunity; this has been the week from hell! It is definitely times like most recent weeks, I would love to be able to walk out the door with my skate tote on my shoulder and go to my home ice rink of years ago and just skate as fast as I could. Alas, those days are gone forever. That would mean living in the past and heaven forbid, those days we are told to leave behind us. Things almost always change in an instant these, days and you have to have your running shoes and not figure skates to keep up.

When I attempt to wrap my mind around the last several weeks I pretty much stop because my mind is like mush. This past year has been like what I would anticipate playing chess is like. I have never taken the time or had the inclination to actually play the game but in actuality I guess everyone pretty much in life plays without knowing they are.  In every game you have a winner and loser.

This week I felt I was constantly on the losing side of most situations. I won't get into the political part of it entirely but don't assume you know my response unless you really truly know me. I voted end of story. If you think or assume you knew who I voted for you probably would be wrong on that too.

People do not like to hear the negative and especially when it comes to something or someone you care about. Several weeks ago we got the sad news that our Snookie had mouth cancer.  Yes the damned "C" word. Another life cursed by hell. Unfortunately, or fortunately it was not long before we had to make the decision to have him escorted across the rainbow bridge. It was the first and only time I hope I have to make that type of decision for an animal. He had a long life of almost 14 1/2 years. He provided hours of everything imaginable. Joy, havoc, sleepless nights, opinions only a little four-legged creature could provide. Some may think he was spoiled rotten and he was.  He was a little life-long companion for our other 14 1/2 dog Scooby who is still with us and with time we all will go on and he will be waiting at the end of the bridge.

Many bridges in life are rocky. We all must cross certain bridges we would rather not. Some more than others. Solid ground is my preferred path at least for the foreseeable future. I guess only time will tell. I do still have my skates so may bring them just in case.

To quote two individuals this past week "Don't panic" and "Only the Good Die Young".