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

A Mother and Child Reunion

 

 It was nearly five years ago when my mom got a text from Miss Laura stating that she was afraid her heart dog Pokey didn’t have long left and would need emotional support when he departed. My mom said, of course, she would be there.

We had the privilege of meeting Pokey and Miss Laura in their inviting home two years before. She, Pokey, Maggie, and Toby were the only online friends I had ever met in person. By the time Miss Laura asked for help, I was already at the Bridge. Still counting Pokey as one of my best friends, I flew down as a ghost to see him.

I asked Pokey if he was ready for the Bridge, and he insisted he could manage the pain and tiredness he was experiencing. “I can’t leave now,” he whispered, “my mom couldn’t survive. He assured me he would be fine.

Then, we had no idea that Miss Laura would tragically go to the Bridge within a few years, leaving her three dogs behind. I flew down to comfort my grieving friend, who had lost his reason to fight off his ailments and stay on the mortal side. I asked him if he wanted to follow his mother into the dark, and he said he couldn’t. He had to start behind to help his siblings Toby and Maggie adjust to the new normal.

When Miss Laura’s good friend Miss Kate said she would take the dogs, everyone was relieved. Miss Kate had spent time with the dogs when she was in Boston for business and had recently lost her heart dog, Shiloh. We know there was no one better to take the three orphans than her.

When the three, thanks to the cooperation of great friends, traveled across the country to Arizona, they knew that they were in the best possible hands. When Miss Laura told me she was missing her sweet babies, I flew down to retrieve Pokey, but he told me Miss Kate, who he now called Mom, had been so good to the pack he could not leave her, so they decided Toby would go instead.

When Pokey got to Arizona, the air and warmth seemed to awaken the puppy inside him. He could run so long he would wear out his parents. Despite his grizzled appearance, he looked like a dog who was a decade younger. But inside him, the same ailments were slowly breaking down his will to stay.


As Pokey began to slow, Miss Kate saw signs of a dog who was no longer enjoying his life. Pokey had been fighting off the dark angels who wanted to claim him for the Bridge for so long that they had abandoned their mission. I visited my friend and asked if he was ready to cross over, but he said he should give Miss Kate a few more years. I knew he didn’t have it in him. Shiloh went to tell his mom what she already knew. It was time for Pokey to join his first mom.


When Pokey learned of his fate, he accepted it. He was happy to be with his first mom if he wasn’t abandoning his new one. Pokey was brought to the vet, given a shot, and it was bye-bye Arizona; he was airborne.

Approximately 87,000 angels were awaiting Pokey’s arrival but none more important than his mom. She gasped when she first saw him running across the Bridge like a puppy; he ran up the steps and jumped into her arms. Then they held each other and cried, releasing all the pain they had accumulated from missing one another. It was by far the best reunion ever.

I knew Pokey, and his mom needed some time together, so I arranged for them to visit happily ever after for a week. That is where souls go when there is no one left to watch over or worry about on the mortal side. It is peacefully quiet, and the air is filled with love. It is the most lovely place in the multi-verse.

I knew they couldn’t stay for long. They had Miss Kate and Maggie to watch over and thousands of homeless dogs without a family. Miss Laura gave her home to dogs who came to the Bridge without a family. I don’t know how many she’s caring for now, but she got a powerful ally in Pokey.

Before they left for Happily Ever After, Laura and Pokey shot a bright star into the sky. It is just over the Westin Horizon and was sent as a thank you to Miss Kate for becoming the mom to three dogs who lost their mom, a wonderful home, and taking better care of them than anyone could besides their mom.

We hope she can see it when she goes outside, and she knows how much her angels love her and thank her for being a second mom. By accepting the dogs, she gave them a great gift and when she let Pokey go, she gave him an even greater one.

As for now, we are basking in a mother and child reunion.

Poetry Thursday

 

   Angel Sammy and Teddy gave us this photo as inspiration for Poetry Day

We have to go the doctor's today Timmy his mom said

Timmy didn't want to so he hid under the bed

By the time she got him out they were late

Which was terrible news since doctors have so much on their plate

They sat in the waiting room as time passed by

Timmy was so bored he wanted to sit and cry

His mommy saw the hobby horse and told him to give it a ride

And he liked it so much he stayed there for all the time required

Minutes became hours which became days

While Timmy kept riding away

Until he was finally seen for five minutes and sent home

They had been there longer than the rise and fall of Rome

They had been there so long they had greatly aged

And from their seats they could not get unengaged

His mom had no choice but to drag him home

He rode his pony, now with white hair on his dome

A trip to the doctor is now so full of strife

To get in the exam room you have to waste your life.