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Rainbow Bridge
by Sara Cline
the old dog went to lie down in his favorite spot by the glass sliding door where the sun would warm his old bones. He turned around three times before he settled down with a long sigh. He tucked his nose between his tail, sighed again, and closed his eyes. He dreamed of green fields and babbling brooks, flowers with butterflies on them and sunshine. He dreamt he was running through the green, fresh grass, smelling the fresh, pungent air and playing with some other dogs that somehow he knew. Arabbit sprinted out from under a bush and they gave chase. Ears flapping back with the wind in their faces, tounges hanging out and blown back at the corners of their mouths, tail leveled out staright back and legs paumping hard and strong.
As they zigzagged all over the beautiful field, a bird flying overhead distracted the old dog's attention. He glanced up and noticed the most beautiful rainbow he had ever seen with colors vibrant and almost glowing! He thought to stop and have a better look at the rainbow, but he and his friends had reached a bridge and his attention was now on what laid beyond. One last thought flickered through his mind "Wow! My hips don't hurt any more!" The friends crossed the bridge together.
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