After playing in the fields of flowers with all the
other dogs, Micro kept looking back down at earth and saw many humans holding
fragile little new-borns, that were only to stay on earth for a few hours or
days, to learn about love.
He asked God, "Must I wait for her? Now that I
know what love is, I want to share it with other humans ... for there are many
who are down there, crying."
"Yes," God answered warmly. "You are
learning about love, and I will send you back where YOU are needed and
wanted."
So the little dog ... who had once been born in a
puppy-mill, only knowing cruelty, abuse, being used as bait for dog-fighting,
and left to die at a rescue shelter ... now knew the meaning of love and was
given another chance to give as well as receive.
This time, he was born strong and quickly became
everyone's "pick" ... because of his gentleness and outgoing
temperament. He gave EVERYONE puppy-breath kisses and bounded to greet all the
prospective puppy-buyers with his whole body-wagging his tail. He was looking
for the special human, who had taught him the meaning of love, but she was not
this breeder or any of the buyers who came to look at the litter.
"Where is my human?" the big, strong puppy
asked God.
"Be patient," God replied. "She has
many other dogs right now, and doesn't need you as much as someone else."
This breeder could have gotten a lot of money for him;
but instead, she called the national service-dog group and told them of her
special puppy. Micro, who was now a big dog, spent his first year in a special
home, learning how to be a "service-dog" for the handicapped. This
family trained him to sit, down, stay, fetch, and learn patience ... oh, that
was the hardest "trick" to learn!
There was a special little boy who could not walk or
coordinate his hand-movements. Micro, who had only weighed 5 ounces in his
previous life as a "fading puppy," was now over 50 pounds and capable
of pulling a wheelchair and picking up keys, pencils, etc., and giving them to
the trainer. Micro loved his trainer but the day he met the little boy, he knew
God was answering his prayers by giving him a "micro" human who
couldn't play like the other children.
Micro spent many years with the *handicapped* child,
helping him grow and learn that love comes in different forms ... as a breeder
who spends the extra time and love with a fading puppy ... as a trainer who
must give up his dog after many months of close bonding to the person who could
not have trained the dog themselves from puppy-hood ... and as a
"handicapped" child or adult who once was alone and helpless and
often rejected by those who made fun of them, because they could not run and
play and fit-in with their games, but could live independently, with the help
of their canine-companion.
Micro got old and a little stiff. He was having
trouble pulling the wheelchair and fetching things for his beloved companion.
The service-dog organization had trained another dog for Micro's human, and it
was time to "retire" Micro to a senior-foster-home, where he learned
another lesson of love ... from a family that knew he wouldn't live long, but
deserved the special care of finishing out his "golden years" with
someone who could care for him as he had cared for the human for so many years.
Micro closed his eyes and dreamed of his friends at
the Rainbow Bridge ... the ones who had rushed up to greet him the first time,
and wagged their tails and kissed him instead of attacking. Suddenly, he was
surrounded by his old friends, and he looked back at earth ... at the foster
humans who were crying and holding the limp body that he had borrowed for his
trip.
"Don't cry," Micro barked. "I'll be
back. You may not recognize the body I borrow, for it may be bigger or smaller ...
it may have wrinkled skin or long silky hair or curly wirey hair, or no hair at
all. It may be beautiful and win championship titles, or it may be
"ugly" in the eyes of many. Look behind the eyes of trust and you
will find my unconditional love. Train me, and help me learn how to be the
loyal companion that you think you want, when you pick up that cute little
puppy that may grow up to be huge and loud and destructive unless guided to be
a GOOD dog."
(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")
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