Over the Rainbow Bridge
by Linda Suit
I am going to dedicate this month's Spunky Tales to fur babies that have gone Over the Rainbow Bridge. I hope this story gives you some comfort, as that is my wish...not to make you sad, but a lot of hoomans have gone through this.
I'm going to start the story with a very special pig named Pork Chop, then finish with “Tinker Comes Home.” Mommy and Jerry Boy lost their beloved Tinker last year. The story of “Tinker Comes Home” is sad in some ways, but has a deeper meaning. Read on and see why...but first, meet Pork Chop.
Pork Chop was a very special girl with an even more special Mommy. Pork Chop sent me acorns all the way from California when I didn't have any to eat. What a big heart she and her Mommy had for sharing with me. I still have some of them.
Pork Chop followed her Mommy everywhere on the farm, and even had her own “room” in the house. She was loved by her hooman Mommy so very much, but one day Pork Chop got sick, and even though her Mommy and their vet tried their best, they couldn't save her.
It was heartbreaking to know she was sick and she couldn't be fixed. You know God loans special fur babies for a time, then he will need them back someday. I think she needed to run free over God's Rainbow Bridge and she will be waiting there when her Mommy comes to greet her a long time from now. Run free, you special girl, you are missed by a lot of people. We will never forget you.
Tinker Comes Home
A little over a year ago, our sweet Tinker dog got lost. She was very old, blind and deaf. Mommy and Jerry Boy always kept watch so she didn't wander around and get lost but she usually stayed very close to the pen, front yard, or porch.
One Sunday afternoon Jerry Boy asked Mommy if she had seen Tinker. She sleeps in her house a lot so they checked there first...nope. They walked the entire property three times, no Tinker. Mommy was getting worried. Surely she was hiding somewhere under or behind something. She was nowhere to be found. They even looked in the creek in case she fell in and couldn't get out.
She was weak from a stroke a couple of years ago. Mommy posted on Facebook that she was missing. Finally someone answered about 7pm that they saw a dog walking in the creek next to the bridge at the road around 2pm. 5 hours! She could have been anywhere by then.
Problem was she couldn't see or hear so had no idea where she was going. They got the big flashlight, put on their big boots and started searching. They had to climb over rocks, trees, through bushes and briers, up hills, searching frantically, a long way up the creek...darkness was against them. Tinker was of course black so very hard to see.
Mommy was so upset but she was trying to hold it together while they searched. They looked forever it seemed but couldn't find her. They came home but Mommy decided to go back again and look. No Tinker. She couldn't hear if you called her.
Many friends shared that she was lost and prayed that she would be found. Mommy was so afraid that she would die, lost, alone, scared, blind and deaf, and we would never find her. I remember when I was lost and alone but at least I could see and hear things and I was widdle and young. Poor Tinker and poor Mommy.
So, there was nothing more that could be done in the dark, except wait for morning, and pray. And pray they did, as many others did. She was only an old, tired, blind and deaf doggie. But she was OUR doggie, and old or not, we loved her. The next morning our neighbor texted and wanted to help look.
Mommy didn't want her to go because she was afraid she would fall and get hurt. She wouldn't take no for an answer and when Mommy showed up at the gate to put a flyer on another neighbor's gate, there she was. So they started where Tinker was last seen, walked across the road, through bushes and briers, and Mommy told her to stay and she would look a little further. There she lay, still and silent, and Mommy thought she was dead.
She bent down and cradled Tinker's head in her hands and then Tinker opened her sightless eyes and looked up at Mommy. A huge brier was tangled around her body and wrapped around her weak leg so she was trapped. She was not that far from home. Mommy managed to get her loose, picked her up, many kisses and hugs were given and they started back to the road with her.
There stood Jerry Boy at the gate. He thought Mommy was carrying her body. They got her as far as the pond and put her down and she started walking between them. The goaties got on each side of her, helping guide her home. She couldn't make it all the way so when she tired, Jerry Boy carried her.
She was home, recovering from her ordeal that day. She would never see or hear again but we promised this, she would never again be lost. Learn from this. No matter how old, or what problems you might have, you are loved and important. People care, I care.
Tinker might die any time, but she wouldn't die alone, not knowing where she was. I know some people have dealt with loved ones that no longer recognize them, but you know what? You still know who they are. Love them til the very end.
We want to thank all of you, and we even thank God that He created briers. They saved Tinker's life that day. God protected her throughout the night. So in the midst of the brier patch, remember, there is always hope. You may get tangled and fall, but sometimes God stops you just in time to save you.
Just over a month later, our sweet Tinker, loved for almost 19 years, ran free over the Rainbow Bridge. She was blind and deaf, but except for the last few days, still wagged her tail when she knew we were near.
She gave us unconditional love ever since we got her, her brother, and her Mom as rescues. Libby loved her Tinker Pup. Tinker is still missed tremendously, and Mommy feels like a piece of her heart is gone. She died peacefully in her sleep, with her front legs crossed like she always slept. Run free, sweet girl, we will meet you on the other side. Tinker was there waiting for Pork Chop when she crossed over the Bridge.
Remember, there are many who have fur babies that are family, and this story is for you. Take comfort in knowing their beloved pets there waiting for them, and they will all run together, no matter what kind they are...all fur babies will be at peace with each other...OVER THE RAINBOW BRIDGE.
Love to you all from Doodleville, USA
About the Author
Linda Suit is a city girl turned country. A travel agent by trade, she and her husband, Jerry, live in rural Arkansas with their animals including an amazing pet squirrel, Spunky Doodle. Spunky has brightened the lives of many with her stories. She is quite a character and definitely lives up to her name of Spunky.
Linda has traveled the world. Her passion for missions comes alive in her stories from remote areas. She will make you laugh and tug at your heartstrings.
You can read Linda’s “Spunky Tales” column on the 2nd Saturday each month here at Mustard Seed Sentinel.