Max's Law

 

Abandoned by his family and left to his own devices on Texas streets, Max vowed never to trust another human. He would have continued on that path for the rest of his life except for the determination of one mom. 

 

When Mama Gail saw Max on the streets, she tried to lure him into her home with food left for him on her steps. He would gladly partake of it if another stray didn’t get it first. When Mama Gail approached Max, he skedaddled. And yet the lady persisted. 

 

Slowly Mama Gail built trust with Max until he relented and joined her happy pack of dogs. He perfectly fit in the pack and Mama Gail’s heart. 

 

Max was still filled with wanderlust and always attracted to the open road making his mom diligent about closed gates and open doors. But he now loved and trusted another human, something seemingly impossible when he ran the streets. 

 

Max came into Mama Gail’s life in middle age, which means his time with her was limited and made their appreciation even stronger. 

 

When Mama Gail found the lump on Max’s paw, all his friends who became invested in his story prayed for him like he was one of their own. Unfortunately, it was a fast-moving aggressive form of the disease. His mom tried medication, but Max, who used to run the streets daily, could now barely walk. His mom gave him back his youth and vitality while taking on all his pain and sending him to the Bridge. 

 

Max was now going to his second forever home. When you are a homeless dog, you have no one waiting for you when you pass. When max relented and entered Mama Gail’s house, he guaranteed a family for eternity. 

 

We angels worked hard to convince Max that he should abandon the streets and go into Mama Gail‘s house. We have been invested in our friend’s life since. When Max crossed, we turned out in the thousands to welcome him and give this brave dog a howl salute. 

 

Max’s mom’s angels greeted him when he crossed over. They were experienced and devoted to helping his transition by teaching him the ways for an angel to visit his mom. Hopefully, she still has remnants of her childhood heart that allowed her youthful self to believe in what adults are conditioned to think impossible. 

 

 

The only question we had for Max was if he wanted to live in a house or roam the streets. He probably told us his roaming days were over. His loving mom made him a house dog, and once he knew her devotion to him, he never wanted to be on the streets again. 

 

Max taught all the mortals a lesson. Never give up on a stray because when you finally coax it into your house, it will reward you with overwhelming love and be yours for eternity. 

 

At the Bridge, it is called Max’s Law. 

Friday Fill Ins

 

 

 

Here are the fill ins from out friends  Four-Legged Furballs and 15andMeowing.  

My answers are in red 

 

1. I am running low on patience with my family when it comes to late dinner time. I am a well oiled machine that means constant maintenance. 

2. I never run out of attitude.

 

3. I work best when my belly is full and I am not annoyed.

4. It is impossible for me to be caught me by surprise. I know all and see all. I am like a Ninja. A very small, sleepy, well fed Ninja. 

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry Thurdsday

 

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Here is this week's assigned photo

She met him in a bar 

And it went too far

She brought him home and into bed

And now she wonders instead

If it was all a game, 

Because she can't remember his name

 

He picked her up for a one night stand

Being with her was to beat the band

He woke up in the morning filled with blame

Because he couldn't even remember her name

 

Two lonely people meet in a bar

And they took it too far

And now the guilt they feel is the same

Because they can't remember one another's name

 

They parted and both promised to call

But that won't happen at all

It's not that either felt any shame

It was just they didn't know each other's name

Daisy Boo Comes to Rainbow Bridge

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I have learned, in my time at the Bridge, that life on the mortal side is a break-even proposition for most people. Good and bad happen in equal force, although the good times seem fleeting and the bad endless.

The Internet is a perfect example of this. Much of the hostility and discord that plagues this world are spurned by posts online. Sometimes, observing the conflict, I wish that the web had never been invented, but then I remember its most significant attribute: Meeting souls I would never have without it.

One of those dogs, Daisy Boo Jones, a sweet, goofy friend of mine who crossed the Bridge this week, was from Australia. A New England Yorkie should never have befriended a Melbourne Lab, but we were both better off for it.

We only shared four years of friendship before I went to the Bridge, but I enjoyed his stories of being the alpha dog, the boss of his brother and sisters, and various fosters. He ruled his family through patience and kindness, two attributes usually not associated with his breed, but Daisy Boo was made of outstanding stock.

I was an ill-tempered, impatient Yorkie who ruled through rough nips and sarcasm. I wished I could have been more of a benevolent ruler like Daisy, but I was not born that way.

I know our other friends, who are not blessed with Daisy's attributes, wished they could be more like her, but as her mom will tell anyone who listens, she was a special dog.

That is why such a large crowd gathered at Hobo's Landing to watch Daisy crossing the Bridge, with all the energy and vigor she had shown as a pup, then regally sitting as Enzo's escalator lifted her above the clouds where we all waited for her.

The angels cheered as Daisy approached, recognizing the remarkable life and the unmatched devotion she showed her parents. Her welcoming feast was one of the most festive I could remember. Daisy greeted everyone graciously, but there was a hint of impatience in her tone, and I knew she was eager to begin her ghost visits.

People need strong angels now more than ever before, and even though Daisy gave her parents a lifetime of love, she knew there was more she could do in the spirit realm to protect her family and siblings in a way they would not recognize nor understand.

Daisy is still close by her parent's side, unable to be seen because humans haven't developed the sense. But, believing she is there is called faith, and even now, her parents can't lose it in the most challenging time. Daisy lived to make them happy, and she still does, even when it is most difficult.

Beat This Caption

  

I don't care what you think I'm telling you mom's going to notice

The Lonely Angel Part Two

 

We were all worried when my new friend Wakefield, who came here with no family or predecessors and belonged to a lone homeless human, disappeared from the Bridge just when I had put together a team of angels to help him realize his angel potential.

"He must be on the street; that is where he was the most comfortable," I said.
"There are only a million miles of streets here," Hobo observed. He wasn't wrong.

But Wakefield couldn't have gone far because he didn't even know how to fly yet. I found a picture of him on my IPaw, sent it to my friends, and we began to look. When I heard Kane's excited barks, I knew he had been located.
Wakefield was sleeping on an abandoned blanket by the dumpster. He saw us gather around him and insisted he wasn't going to move because this was the place his father would look for him.

I agreed that was true, but what if Wakefield could help his dad, so he didn't have to live outside and eat out of a dumpster. As an angel, Wakefield could guide his dad into making better decisions and maybe get him off the street and help him create a family.

At first, he said no, when an impatient Hattie told him to stop being foolish, put aside his being hurt, and help his dad because that is his purpose in the world. The direct approach snapped Wakefield from his sorrows, and he realized he had to help his dad.

The first lesson came from Lily, who taught Wakefield to see all the possibilities for his dad and choose the best one for him. There was a homeless shelter nearby, and Wakefield wondered why his dad never went there. Then he saw the "No dogs" sign, making him feel happy and sad simultaneously.  

Kane told Wakefield there was no reason for his dad not to go there now. Hobo explained how he could get into his dad's dreams and convince him not to accept no an answer. "Keep suggesting it until he listens," Hobo, used to stubborn dads, advised.

Tashi gave Wakefield a makeover so he would be more dream presentable. Tommy used his computer skills to print out all the services his dad could take advantage of; slowly, Wakefield got his dad into the shelter and an apartment.

Now an experienced angel Wakefield was able to take care of the last part himself; he found his dad another dog to cure the loneliness in his heart. It took weeks, but by the time Wakefield was done, his dad had a job and became self-sufficient, thanks to his faithful angel.

Wakefield learned that life is better in a group and passed that on to his dad. His dad told him the day Wakefield came into his life was his best day, and little did he know how right that was.

Now Wakefield has his own home for himself and all the angel dogs his dad will send to the Bridge over a long prosperous life.

Wakefield learned life is better with a village, and we are lucky it is ours.

The Lonely Angel

 

Rainbow Bridge is a beautiful place where souls can relax and live relatively stress-free lives while awaiting their loved ones. We also reunite with souls who preceded us to the Bridge and family we had never met. It is a place where you are never lonely: unless you have no predecessors. I thought this was impossible until I met Wakefield the Lonely Angel. 

 

When Wakefield breathed his last and came to the Bridge, I was assigned to give him the angel oath. I was surprised to be the only soul there when he passed. Usually, there are lots of dogs and family members. I watched him slowly cross over and approach me. He stoically digested the news when I told him he had made it to the Bridge and was now an immortal Angel' He asked if he could go back when, and I said no. He accepted the new mournfully.

 

He asked if he could go back, and I told him no. He said he was all his dad had. Wakefield's human had come from an abusive home. His dad ran away when he was 15; he fell into the wrong crowd and fell into drugs. He lived alone on the street for the next ten years until he found an equally abused and homeless Wakefield. For six years, they lived in the city, surviving on their wits, dumpster dives, and the infrequent kindness of strangers. The man cared for Wakefield when the dog got sick. He didn't have the money for a vet visit, which led to Wakefield coming to the Bridge.

 

Now his father was alone without the only soul he loved. I sat next to Wakefield and told him he could either spend his days on the street or try to change his circumstances through the power of angels. I told him it would take a village to help his dad, but I knew the best ones at the Bridge: They lived at Doggyspace land and Blogville. If we all worked together, I was sure we could help his dad. 

 

The issue was that after a lifetime of being on the streets, Wakefield was unwilling to trust a soul. When he was mortal, most of the dogs he met were as desperate for food as he was, and that desire was why he had fought so many dogs and was untrusting of Angels. If I was going to help him and his dad, I had my work cut out. 

 

I gathered my closest friends and advisors, including Tommy, Hobo, Tashi, Pokey, Hattie, Lily, Kane, Lady, Geordie, Enzo, Odie, the Golden Girls, Easy, Bertie, Kinley, and others, to welcome Wakefield and teach him to help his dad. When I went back to the cliff where I left him, Wakefield was gone 

 

We had a runaway angel. 

 

To be continued