Clutching the Cold Rails Of the Rainbow Bridge

Under the cherry tree.

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.

General String Bean, so called for his scrappy body and demeanor in battle, was a foundling. We …