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Posted by Linda on April 10, 2002 at 11:51:41:
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.
It was beautiful here, and everyone was nice to him. None
of them had been born in a puppy mill, like he had, or used
for dog-bait fighting or left to die in a shelter because they
were mix-breed battle-scarred curs and weren'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
to find out for himself............
Warm, and dark, and 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 then 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. 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
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 like mother, but it was warm and made the ache in his
tummy go away.
He was having trouble breathing. 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 boney 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," said the puppy. "Love is beautiful. I will
wait near the Bridge and someday, when the human arrives,
I will let her know that I loved her, too
