At Rainbow Bridge, we don’t recognize the New Year. When you are living for eternity marking days serves no purpose. But we do like to have a celebration when our humans do, and we have a feast to give thanks for the friends and family who did not join us the in the immortal word the previous year.
We all toasted Angel Apollo, the most famous angel dog rescuer at the Bridge, His mom helps him rescue hundreds of dogs, and they both work on finding the perfect homes for the pups. This week not only did Apollo and his mom find a home for one of her rescues, Barry, but when Barry’s new parents saw how close their new dog was with fellow rescue Maurice, who had been deemed unadoptable because Maurice does not like being touched or receive attention, and how upset he was to see Barry going, they rescued him too. Maurice was one of the most unlikely dog rescues of the year, and we howled at Apollo in appreciation.
Pintus lead us in our New Year’s Resolutions which all had to do with spending more time with our parents. It can be discouraging because our parents don’t know we are there but we do think that at some level they can tell. Pintus then passed around some special tequila, and we all toasted him, did a shot, and gave thanks that we were immortal and did not have to worry about our livers.
Misha announced that the only way to fight off the dulling effect from a shot of tequila was to run through the hills. She jumped down and ran, followed by others, some of whom underestimated the power of tequila and ran straight into the trees. I went over and sat next to Morgan the Miracle Maltese who had spent an exhausting week making sure the tumor found on his brother Jackson was benign. He was successful in his effort, and we took a drink to give thanks.
There were big plates of chicken and mashed potatoes passed around. I took my share and passed them on. Then I got hit in the forehead with a spoonful of mashed potatoes. I looked up to see Otie Campbell laughing at me. I threw potatoes back and him, and suddenly a fun filled food fight broke out. The great thing about dog food fights is that we don’t waste the food. We are dogs: We don’t mind eating the food off the ground or even off one another.
When the bell in the big church clanged midnight, we all cheered, and Pepsi and I shared a quick kiss before she went dancing with her mom.
I looked over the Bridge and saw it was clear of traffic and said a prayer that it would stay that way for a long time.
That is the Angel’s prayers. The answer has never come back in the affirmative but we Angels have lots of time to pray so we will continue to repeat no matter how futile.
To you mortal, I wish a happy, safe and Bridge free New Year