Not An Angel
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. After 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."