A soft breeze, teasing my nose woke me from a deep sleep. The sun was warm on my fur. I raised my head and looked up. Green grass moved gently in ripples across a large field, a wide expanse of trees stood tall against a perfect blue sky, the sound of water fell soothingly across the land.

I lay on the top of a hill, the land falling away before me to the woods and a creek. I looked over my shoulder and behind me was a rock bridge, beyond it was a white mist I could not see past. Confusion touched my mind, this was not my place.

Where was my house, my couch, my bed, my toys, most importantly where was my human? I stood and barked - Where are you? But no voice answered, no one calling my name. I felt a touch of fear, and then a sound came across the field. A bark, a happy joyful one.

I tensed up, my ears pricked forward. I knew that bark. A dark shape raced thru the grass towards me, just behind it came a tall two legged one.

A warm wet nose touched mine and all my fear went away. It was my dam, how I knew, I couldn't say. I suddenly knew many things. And just as suddenly, I was sad and yet filled with Joy. I was on the other side of the Bridge. I had traveled to the next place.

The human reached me and bending stroked my head. His touch was soft and reassuring. I leaned into him.

"You're Home and all is well." He stood and I looked beyond him. There were many dogs I knew and humans too. My dam bowed to me and raced across the grass. The man laughed and raced after her, I hesitated only a moment.

My humans were sad; I could feel it deep in my heart.

I wanted to tell them not to be sad, not to worry. I was in a good place; there were friends here to share the time with, sheep to herd and humans to commune with. And one day, when they crossed The Bridge, I would be here. I would shove my head under their hands, show them all the wonder of this place and lead them in joy across this bright beautiful land that was Home.

I wished them love and to not be sad for me. I am safe, I am home and I love and am loved and cherished here.

The other side of the bridge is not a place of sadness or blackness. It is Joy, and Play, Love and things that make a dog complete. Do not cry for me, I wait for you here. Live and love in the place you are at now. I will do the same here, and wait for the time we are together again. Love, Your Dog.

I raced after the man and dog and it was wonderful.