Peripheral Constipation and the Rainbow Bridge

The first half of the above is the result of a well-timed game of charades that took place this evening at the Beech House. Seeing Doug act this out was one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time.

My mom sent me this poem earlier this week, and I think it's one of the funniest/most ridiculous things ever. For those of you that don't know, I am not a huge animal person. If you want to have a pet, I am cool with that, but don't expect me to play with it. Especially if it's a cat. And I really don't understand why people would have pet birds either. ANYWAY, this poem was sent to the owners of Barbaro, the Kentucky Derby-winning horse that they finally put to sleep earlier this week, on an internet message board. I am so happy that horse is gone; I don't see the point of CNN, or SportsCenter for that matter, wasting my time with updates on the health of a horse that won one race. It is people who write crap like this that make me wonder about the sanity of man. Enjoy.

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.

The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

I pray that this poem by an unknown author will help you in your time of loss. As a member of the veterinary profession I can assure you that you did the right thing and that he passed without pain. He will be waiting for you in Heaven.

I now have less than 100 days until graduation (97 to be exact). 14 weeks.