Rainbow Bridge Farewell to a
Beloved Cat
I walked beneath the rainbow’s arc,
where gentle spirits gleam,
My paws left prints in stardust soft,
beside the silver stream.
No cage, no cry, no fleeting fear—
just light where shadows part,
I found my rest in endless peace,
yet linger near your heart.
So when you feel the hush of night and
think you hear me purr,
It’s only love that’s speaking soft—
a sound you still prefer.
For though my form has slipped from sight,
my soul will always be,
The quiet warmth that fills your
dreams and curls beside your knee.
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Fact or Myth?
For centuries, the black dog — and the black cat — have carried the weight of superstition.
They’ve been whispered about in folklore as omens of death or misfortune, their presence casting long shadows across crossroads, moors, and hearts alike.
Let's Rewrite the Myth
But maybe those stories were never about fear.
Maybe they were about power.
Here at Rescued by Rembrandt, we see something different — something sacred.
Their dark coats don’t carry darkness; they absorb it.
Like living obsidian, they guard against what others cannot see — diffusing negative energy, softening sorrow, and standing quietly between us and the unseen.
They are not cursed.
They are called.
The black dog and cat are not bad luck — they are our spiritual warriors, cloaked in shadow so we might stand in the light.