Where do cats go when they cross the rainbow bridge?
Where do cats go when they cross the rainbow bridge?
~Written by Paow, the black cat who’s seen the other side of the rainbow bridge~
Hello, my dear human friend,
It’s me — Paow. You might not see me with your eyes anymore, but oh, if only you could feel how close I still am!
I know what you’re wondering. You’ve whispered it into your pillow, or maybe into the quiet air above your cat’s empty spot on the bed:
“Where did my cat go?”
Well, settle down, pour yourself a nice cup of something soothing, and let me tell you what I’ve seen.
When a cat’s last whisker trembles and our brave little hearts purr one last time, we don’t disappear. No, no. We change addresses.
There’s a place beyond what you call the Rainbow Bridge — we call it the “Endless Meadow.”
It’s warm, full of light, and smells faintly of chicken. The grass tickles our paws, the sun never sets, and every cat has their favourite blanket waiting (mine is still the fluffy blue one Granny used to wrap me in).
We stretch, we nap, we chase butterflies that glow like candlelight — and we keep an eye on you. Yes, even when you ugly-cry into your cat pillow. Especially then.
You see, love is like a red string. It doesn’t break when we cross over. It just stretches, gently, between your world and ours — and when you think of us, that string hums. That’s why sometimes you feel a brush of fur on your leg or see a shadow tail flick by when no cat’s around. That’s us, saying,
“Hey human, I’m still right here.”
So please don’t worry where we’ve gone. We’re still yours — just in another shape, another sunshine. And one day, when you arrive in the meadow too, you’ll hear the purring before you even open your eyes.
Until then, love another cat if your heart tells you to. We won’t be jealous — we’ll be proud. Because love is meant to keep moving, just like sunlight through a window.
A little note from Granny:
Dear fellow cat lover,
If you’re reading this with tears on your cheeks, know that Paow and I are wrapping our arms and paws around you. Your cat was lucky to be loved so deeply. Remember — grief is just love with nowhere to go. So let it spill into something kind, something beautiful.
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With love,
Granny
