It’s a funny feeling to be on the cusp of being the last one standing in your immediate family. And yet, here I am.
Clutching the Cold Rails Of the Rainbow Bridge
We walked Growlie Man, little Bingie Ding, to the Rainbow Bridge today. It was his time. Now, 5 hours later, he’s out under the cherry tree and I’m still here by the damn bridge, clinging to the handrails and watching the spot where he disappeared from sight.