It’s been a week since Henry left us. Exactly one week since that awful day.
Now, I think of him running happily, somewhere in the great beyond. A few days after he passed, I learned of the Rainbow Bridge, where it seems all dogs go and wait for their owners. It’s comforting to believe in—and wouldn’t be too far off from my idea that he’s running around in the spectacular somewhere.
But then something rather extraordinary happened that made me wonder if it could be true, this Rainbow Bridge.
It was almost sunset and Oliver and I were walking home from the park. It had occurred to me that this particular day was the first day that I hadn’t cried since Henry’s passing. I take solace in thinking he is somehow still nearby, watching over us.
In fact, when Oliver and I are out walking, it helps me to think that Henry is walking a few steps behind us. Following along at his own pace. Only he no longer has to wear a leash. Though I can’t see him, I feel his presence.
As we reached home, the sky ahead of us seemed to be ablaze in a kaleidoscope of colors–magenta, fuschia, blood orange. Colors that lit up the sky.
I began taking photos of the sunset with my phone. And then something made me turn around and look to the east. My jaw dropped and my eyes lit up with joy.
In the midst of a gray sky was a rainbow. An incredible, breathtaking rainbow, bedecked in fantastical, neon technicolor. A wondrous sight to behold!
Henry! I just knew in that moment that this rainbow was a gift from Henry. Keep in mind, we haven’t had rain. Not a drop. And yet this astounding rainbow, represented the glory of something greater than us.
A sign? Yes. I truly believe that Henry was letting us know that he made it to the Rainbow Bridge. I took a few pictures, until in a flash the rainbow was gone.
Thank you, Henry. Thank you for this gift, reminding me how much you loved us, and we you. Thank you for letting us know you are no longer in pain. Thank you, too, for your brilliance all these years. For showing me that although my children may be grown and out of the house, I still have you and Oliver to love. And love you I do, with all my heart, with all my soul.
Thank you for our life together–12 years, one month and six days. I will cherish them always. And for being my little prince. My Henry the Brave, Henry the Magnificent and now, Henry my Angel.