have been an angel for a long time. I came to the Bridge more than
eight years ago. I am approaching the tipping point: I will have been
at the Bridge longer than I was mortal in five years. In that time, I
have learned never to be shocked when a friend passes over. But, there
will always be unpleasant surprises.
He still wears it sporadically, always when visiting his mom's dreams or around other dogs, but it slips away when he is alone. Smiles are like a broken limb. It heals, but it takes time. I can't wait for the day that Dooli's broken smile, and those of the people who loved him, shine brighter than the moon at dusk.