Waiting at the Rainbow Bridge:

There’s a soft breeze near the edge of the Rainbow Bridge today, where a noble figure stands tall — ears perked, eyes kind, tail wagging in that signature slow, goofy rhythm that made everyone smile. It’s DaVinci, of course. The German Shepherd who once came from Mexico, but somehow managed to belong everywhere love lived.

He wasn’t just a dog. He was the soft place for every foster pup to land — a sweet, protective soul who never let a little tail go unnoticed or a tiny bark go unheard. He looked after the little ones like they were his own, with a patience that would melt the hardest of hearts.

And now? He waits. Not gone — just ahead.

There’s no sadness in his stance, only a quiet knowing. The kind you see in a shepherd who’s always understood that love doesn’t end. It just shifts locations.

He’s at the Bridge, keeping an eye on things — maybe chasing a butterfly, maybe gently corralling a few angelic puppies. But his ears twitch every time he hears your name. Because when you get there, he wants to be the first to welcome you home.