The Worst of News

It was a vacation I had anticipated for weeks. I would have chosen almost anywhere to escape the humidity and dangerously high temperatures that had plagued my part of Texas since late May. The thought of two weeks in the mountains of Montana was all I could think of at the time. Then, the phone call came. It was in the early evening of June 29 when a good friend and fellow supporter of Barb’s Dog Rescue called with news I could barely bear to hear. Our dear friend, Barb, had passed away.

Barb had suffered from various medical conditions for quite a while, with doctors’ appointments and multiple trips to the hospital taking up more time than she was willing to give. As she said at the time, “I have to get back to the Rescue, my dogs need me.”

The thought of preparing a newsworthy article in the midst of our mourning seemed impossible to me. So, with your permission, I am including some of the most powerful and heartfelt words I could find to describe the kind of work to which Barbara Mumaugh dedicated her life over the last 20-something years.

The Rescuers Final Reward

By Benny Archuleta

Unlike most days at the Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray. All the recent arrivals at the Bridge did not know what to think, as they had never seen such a day. But the animals who had been waiting longer for their beloved people to accompany them across the Bridge knew what was happening, and they began to gather at the pathway leading to the Bridge.

Soon an elderly dog came into view, head hung low and tail dragging.  He approached slowly, and though he showed no sign of injury or illness, he was in great emotional pain. Unlike the animals gathered along the pathway, he had not been restored to youth and vigor upon arriving at the Bridge. He felt out of place, and wanted only to cross over and find happiness.

But as he approached the Bridge, his way was barred by an angel, who apologized and explained that the tired and broken-spirited old dog could not cross over. Only those animals accompanied by their people were allowed to cross the Bridge. Having nobody, and with nowhere else to turn, the dog trudged into the field in front of the Bridge.

There he found others like himself, elderly or infirm, sad and discouraged. Unlike the other animals waiting to cross the Bridge, these animals were not running or playing. They simply were lying in the grass, staring forlornly at the pathway across the Rainbow Bridge. The old dog took his place among them, watching the pathway and waiting, yet not knowing for what he was waiting.

One of the newer dogs at the Bridge asked a cat who had been there longer to explain what was happening. The cat replied, “Those poor animals were abandoned, turned away, or left at rescue places, but never found a home on earth. They all passed on with only the love of the rescuer to comfort them. Because they had no people to love them, they have nobody to escort them across the Rainbow Bridge.” The dog asked the cat, “So what will happen to those animals?” Before the cat could answer, the clouds began to part and the cold turned to bright sunshine. The cat replied, “Watch, and you will see.”

In the distance was a single person, and as she approached the Bridge the old, infirm and sad animals in the field were bathed in a golden light. They were at once made young and healthy, and stood to see what their fate would be. The animals who had previously gathered at the pathway bowed their heads as she approached. At each bowed head, the person offered a scratch or hug. One by one, the now youthful and healthy animals from the field fell into line behind her. Together, they walked across the Rainbow Bridge to a future of happiness and unquestioned love.

The dog asked the cat, “What just happened?” The cat responded, “That was a rescuer. The animals gathered along the pathway. Bowing in respect were those who had found their forever homes because of rescuers. They will cross over when their people arrive at the
Bridge. The arrival here of a rescuer is a great and solemn event, and as a tribute they are permitted to perform one final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort all those poor animals they couldn’t place on earth across the Rainbow Bridge.”

The dog thought for a moment, then said, “I like rescuers.” The cat smiled and replied, “So does heaven, my friend. So does heaven.”

And Now…

Barb’s mission of ending homelessness and suffering among the dog population in this part of Mexico will go on. Barb’s memory will forever be a beacon of hope for a better world where all dogs are treasured. Rest in Peace, Barbara. Like so many others, I will miss you so much.

Please visit us online at our website:  www.BarbsDogRescue.orgor Barb’s Mexico cell: (638) 114-1659    or U.S. cell: (602) 774-1578Email: