Monday, May 5, 2008

I hate to say I told you so.

Remember the other day when I told you I hate the Kentucky Derby? Well this year's hat-wearing event proved why I think it's a horrible waste of time. Even the Fox news network got off McCains balls long enough to write a decent story about it, which I tend to agree with. Are we outraged? Would we be more outraged if Eight Bells had finished first? Someone needs to take the mini-me who was riding her out back, whip him while he runs in circles and then break his ankles. It's amazing that horses can even stand - have you seen their legs? It would be like holding up a chipotle burrito with toothpicks! What was God thinking when he designed them? I'm pretty sure he didn't have the Kentucky Derby in mind, thats for sure. He was probably thinking humans would race something like... well, bees or cheetas. At least an animal that he actually designed for running.

I want to name my next cat Eight Bells, actually everyone should. Internets, we should do SOMETHING to pay homage to this poor animal who just won someone $400,000. RIP EB - I know you are playing on the other side of the rainbow bridge.

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....

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1 comment:

Jennie! said...

Yeah, that was super depressing. We were watching it at the bar and they were all like, "oh, by the way, we just euthanized Eight Belles." Poor horse.