by Vicky Underhill
I am not a person who believes in signs and usually just chalk things up to being circumstantial. About three days after losing our beloved Penny Lane (a four year old English Bulldog) I drug myself from our little country home into town to the store. It had been storming all day. When I headed home down the country road there were two of the most beautiful rainbows I have ever seen. Stacked one over the other. There was no traffic on the road as I rounded a bend near a beautiful farm and I actually drove through the colors of the Rainbow. It was at that moment I knew in my heart that Penny Lane was at the Rainbow Bridge.
If you have any doubts about it, don't.