The young macaw and the wise old amazon perched on the blossom laden limb of a giant apple tree 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 parrot playfully nipped at the older one. �Look! Something wonderful is happening!� The older parrot stretched his neck up tall and squawked, �Quickly! Fly down to the path!� �But that�s not my owner,� squeaked the macaw, 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 parrot was still in awe. �Was that an angel? he whispered. �No, son.� The older parrot replied. �That was more than an angel. That was a person who worked rescue.� |
