Daddy Kiril awoke this morning, checked his Facebook and learned some very sad news.
When he told me, the dream I'd had last night, that I was just about to relate to him, made sense...
It was as if Nikita was sharing something with me for a blog post.
I know, weird, huh?
Just go with me here, OK...
It was early morning, May 29, 2014, Rainbow Bridge arrival terminal was crowded!
Whose idea was this, for me to be here, anyway? Mine, actually; Daddy Kiril would have wanted me to be here to "represent".
I was very honored to do so.
The place was packed with dogs, cats, birds, and probably a few critters too small for me to make out in the crush, some having been here, at the Bridge, since the 1930's, patiently waiting for this moment to arrive.
These animals either had lived in the home of the human about to arrive, or were part of families related to him, like myself, who only knew him from his visits to our homes, or ours to his.
He had lived a good, long, life, full of joys, and sorrows, like all humans but, most of all, he had lived a life surrounded by animals, a lot of animals.
I remember a time, when he lived near to us, in California, when he had not just a group of cats, but several dogs, and a couple of small birds in his home.
Now, one of those birds was flying toward us with the news that the new arrivals were approaching; the crowd became silent, the Rottweiler named Sampson at the head of the pack, alert and eager for this moment...
Paul Jennings Wells, looking more spry than he had in years, entered the room and Sampson began to yodel...
If you have never heard a Rottweiler yodel then you are missing something, trust me...
Paul smiled, looked around and said, "well, I'll be damned..."
Then he yodeled in response...
Photo 1 is from 2011.
Photo 2 is from 2008, when I visited my relatives in Va. and shows me with Uncle Paul and his 3rd wife, my Aunt Eileen.