by Catrina Conway
Hi, I was so young when I went to the Rainbow Bridge I don't think I even know the name I had. The only real noise I remember as "love" was the slurp of my mom's tongue on my ear so maybe my name is "Slurpy". It's a warm feeling so I guess thats good for me.
Thanks for reading this so I know my short life won't go unnoticed. The lady who's writing about me never met me. She just heard that after 7 weeks after I was born, I was at the Rainbow Bridge. I was with my adoptive mom when her boyfriend got mad at my adoptive mom. He was so mad he threw me off a 3 story balcony. When I landed on the ground I was being taken to the Rainbow Bridge.
I was so new to the "old" world I don't think I'll miss it, except for my mom's slurps. There's no yelling at the Rainbow Bridge and it's always warm and the others are taking care of me. I'll just wait here for my doggie mom to come back and slurp at my ear.
The man who was so mad is answering for what he did to me. This lady who is posting my story just wants me to be remembered - even though she just heard my story on the news. So thank you for reading my story...always think of me as Slurp. I'll be waiting for my Mama.