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Thursday, February 10, 2022

Thankful Thursday

Today I am honored to join Brain's Thankful Thursday Blog Hop.

We realize there are things that we take for granted that we should be given thanks for because we sure miss them when they are gone. This week I am thankful for a patch of grass. After the blizzard, I had to pee on pads, ice, pavement, and snowbanks, and I hated every second of it. After a day of rain, the grass appeared behind the shed. I had to wait for a big mound of snow to meet on the patio, but once I did, I was back on the grass! It felt terrific between my toes and is so lovely to squat on. Thank you, grass. I will never take you for granted again.

Wednesday, February 9, 2022

Beat This Caption

But Mom! I was here first

Tuesday, February 8, 2022

Tommy's Unexpected Arrival

I have stopped trying to understand what is going on on the mortal side. While there are joyous days, it seems the majority of them are brutish. Make sure you enjoy the good days because bad ones lie in the weeds, waiting.

Saturday started typically for my good friends Lady, Chance, and Tommy. They had breakfast, played, then went for a walk. That is when Tommy suddenly had a seizure, and in a blink of a teary eye, Tommy was taken to the Bridge.

His parents had no signal that this bright morning would be Tommy's last with them. It is heartbreaking to have a dog slip away to the Bridge when you know it is coming, but it is like being hit with a lightning bolt on a cloudless day when it comes out of the blue. The unexpected is always worse.

Tommy had no warning either. Something was buried deep inside of him, like a ticking time bomb that could not be detected. On Saturday, it exploded, sending him to the Bridge.

Humans are not the only ones who need some warning before crossing over. Tommy had no idea what had happened to him. He was on a pleasant walk with his family. Tommy felt a sharp bit of pain, lay down, and woke up in a river. He crawled to the other side, looking for his parents.

We have seen too many of these sudden deaths at the Bridge, but truthfully one would be too much. We knew we had to guide the lost soul over the Bridge so he wouldn't walk the Earth as a ghost. We began to bark a song together, and the sounds of singing angels drew Tommy across the Bridge.

Tommy crossed over and was happy to see so many of his friends who went to the Bridge and his parent's angel dogs that he barked and yipped excitedly. Then he realized why he was there, and we formed a circle of love around him and helped Tommy with the sudden tragic change in his circumstances.

It took a day for us to help Tommy adjust to his new living conditions and to teach him to visit the parents and family dogs he adored. It will take a lot longer for him to get used to living on this side and get over the immense pain he feels, but he is surrounded by angels who love him and have walked the path he is walking now. We will bring him back to being his fun, exuberant little self soon.

And his parents are going to need the earth angels, the ones who love dogs and care for their parents when they lose them, to do the same. It's a long, hard, cold, lonely road, but I know plenty of experienced angels who have traveled it and can show Tommy's parents the way out.

Monday, February 7, 2022

Monday Question

How do you react when your person is overly emotional from being sad or hurt?

Sunday, February 6, 2022

Saving Dogs Before They Go to the Bridge and Beyond

I am sure the humans who run puppy mills think they are very clever. Many of them never get caught and reap the rewards of their ill-doings. Then they cross over, anticipating a thousand singing angels will meet them. Instead, they are met, but the dogs they abused for profits. The backyard breeders will serve as the dogs' minions for a year until they have been with all the dogs they hurt. For some, it could be hundreds of years.

Dogs in puppy mills don't know life outside of their cages, but one, Reese, a sweet cocker spaniel, dreamed and prayed for a better life. While I am the bringer of miracles, the only way to get them from their horrible lives was to try and find good homes for them. But, Reese did not have that option. She was going to be a breeder dog. Jordan has told me about that life. It is hideous. I would have to get creative to rescue Reese.

I have vowed never to harm a dog, but sometimes you have to do evil to achieve a good outcome. I told the dark angels to make Reese sick with parvo, which they were more than pleased to do. The best result was that he would be taken to the vet; the worse was that he would arrive here, out of the mill, where I could find a good angel mom for him.

Her tormentor realized she would not be profitable to keep and brought her to the vet to be sent to the Bridge. The man who surrendered her was asked if he wanted to stay, and he declined, then departed. Dr. Judd knew what the man did to make money and had put down too many of his dogs. Plus, he saw something in Reese's eyes that said he didn't want to go.

It took round-the-clock care, and someone had to volunteer with Reese overnight, but after a week, Reese began to improve, and during the next two days, Reese recovered and was now ready for a new home.

The vet hopes that putting his story online will inspire a family to come forward and help Reese forget his past and have a fantastic future as a precious part of a family.

I monitor the process so I don't have to intervene again. I don't think I can get another dog sick, even though the Bridge is better than being trapped at a puppy farm.