Our Rainbow Herd

However they came to us — as tumbling puppies, as old souls who found us late, as the one who was only ever supposed to stay the weekend — they all left the same way: loved.

This is our herd. Not scattered, not alone, but gathered together on the far side of the rainbow — ears up in the tall grass, the way they always were when they heard us coming home. Until we meet them there, this is where we keep them.