The little
dog arrived at the Rainbow Bridge
, and a pack of dogs rushed up to
greet him. He braced himself, expecting a fight, but this was the first pack
that wagged their tails and kissed him instead of attacking him.
It was
beautiful here, and everyone was nice to him. None of them had been born in a
puppy mill, like he had, and used for dog-bait fighting and left to die in a
shelter because he was a mix-breed battle-scarred cur and wasn't cute. They
explained why they were waiting for their humans who loved them.
"What
is love?" he asked, and God let him go back to earth and find out.
Warm, and
dark, he squeezed in with the others and waited for the day to be born. Scared,
he held back as long as he could, but finally got dragged out, by his hind
feet. Hands without fur held him gently and rubbed him dry and opened his mouth
and guided him to a warm nipple with milk. He didn't get a good hold on it,
because one of his big fat brothers pushed him aside. The human hand moved the
other puppy to another nipple and held his body, so he could drink.
"Ahhh,
that's better," he thought, and drank until his jaws got tired and he
curled up to sleep next to his warm hairy mother. "I remember this,"
he mused ... "Too bad I'll have to grow up to be hit, left out in the cold
and rain, and used for dog-bait fighting, and die as an unclaimed rescue dog. I
remember what it's like, being a dog." he thought sadly.
That night,
he crawled up to his mother and tried to nurse, but he kept getting pushed off
to the side. When they were full, the big brothers and sisters got their
bottoms cleaned and he finally latched on to a nipple, but the human hands
weren't there to hold him up, and there wasn't any milk in any of the nipples,
anyway. He was weak and so tiny. It was even hard to stay upright, and he fell
over on his back and couldn't right himself. So he began to cry, and suddenly
the human hands were there, holding him up and putting a rubber thing in his
mouth. It didn't taste or feel like mother, but it was warm and made the ache
in his tummy go away.
He was
having trouble breathing as his lungs weren't fully developed, because he had
waited too long to join the others in the womb, as he took one last romp at the
Rainbow Bridge. He could feel the heartbeat of the
human, who had laid him on her chest and covered him with a soft cloth, keeping
him warm, and soothing his bony body with gentle circling touches. He kept
thinking of his new friends who had been so nice to him at the bridge and asked
God if he could go back. God said, "Yes, but not just yet. You wanted to
experience Love."
So for
several hours (seemed like days but it was dark and he couldn't tell what time
it was), the human supplemented his feeding and let him experience the warmth
of his mother's body and tongue, and the pile of warm soft littermates. He got
weaker, and the human held him more often, leaving the littermates to sleep in
a pile while he got caressed, kissed, and got to listen to the heartbeat which
was strong and loving.
Finally God
came back and asked, "Are you ready to come back to the Rainbow Bridge?"
"Yes",
he responded with a little sorrow, because the human didn't want to let him go,
and was crying. He pushed the air out of his lungs and floated back to the Rainbow Bridge and looked back at the human, who
was still crying and holding the limp body that he had borrowed for his trip.
"Thank
you, God," he said. "Love is beautiful, and I will wait near the
Bridge and let the human know, when she arrives, that I loved her, too."
(Joy LaCaille;
Author's note:
"You have my permission to share it, but please keep
my name as the author and my e-mail address attached to it. Email:
lakai@iag.net")
(German translation here)
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