The little dog arrived at the Rainbow Bridge, and a pack of dogs
rushed up to greet him. He braced himself, expecting a fight, but
this was the first pack that wagged their tails and kissed him
instead of attacking him.
It was beautiful here, and everyone was nice to him. None of them
had been born in a puppy mill, like he had, and used for dog-bait
fighting and left to die on the street because he was a mix-breed,
battle scarred cur and wasn't cute. They explained why they were
For their humans who loved them.
"What is love?" he asked, and God let him go back to earth, and
Warm and dark, he squeezed in with the others and waited for the
day to be born. Scared, he held back as long as he could, but
finally got dragged out, by his hind feet. Hands without fur
held him gently and rubbed him dry and opened his mouth and
guided him to a warm nipple with milk. He didn't get a good hold
on it, because one of his big fat brothers pushed him aside. The
human hand moved the other puppy to another nipple and held his
body, so he could drink.
"Ahh, that's better," he thought, and drank until his jaws got
tired, and he curled up to sleep next to his warm, hairy mother.
"I remember this," he mused...."Too bad I'll have to grow up to
be hit, left out in the cold and rain, and used for dog-bait
fighting, and die as an unclaimed rescue dog. I remember what
it's like, being a dog," he thought sadly.
That night, he crawled up to his mother and tried to nurse, but he
kept being pushed off to the side. When they were full, the big
brothers and sisters got their bottoms cleaned, and he finally
latched onto a nipple, but the human hands weren't there to hold
him up, and there wasn't any milk in any of the nipples anyway.
He was weak and so tiny. It was even hard to stay upright, and
he fell over on his back and couldn't right himself.
So he began to cry, and suddenly the human hands were there, holding
him up and putting a rubber thing in his mouth. It didn't taste or
feel like mother, but it was warm and made the ache in his tummy go
He was having trouble breathing.... His lungs weren't fully
developed, because he had waited too long to join the others in
the womb, as he took one last romp at the Rainbow Bridge. He
could feel the heartbeat of the human, who laid him on her chest
and covered him with a soft cloth, keeping him warm, and soothing
his body with gentle, circling touches.
He kept thinking of his new friends who had been so nice to him
at the bridge and asked God if he could go back. God said, "Yes,
but not just yet. You wanted to experience love."
So for several hours (seemed like days but it was dark and he
couldn't tell what time it was), the human supplemented his
feeding and let him experience the warmth of his mother's body and
tongue, and the pile of warm, soft litter mates. He got weaker,
and the human held him more often, leaving the litter mates to
sleep in a pile while he got caressed, kissed, and got to listen
to the heartbeat which was strong and loving.
Finally God came back and asked, "Are you ready to come back to the
"Yes," he responded, with a little sorrow, because the human didn't
want to let go, and was crying.
He pushed the air out of his lungs and floated back to the Rainbow
Bridge and looked back to the human, who was still crying and
holding the limp body that he had borrowed for the trip.
"Thank you, God," he said. "Love is beautiful, and I will wait near
the Bridge and let the human know, when she arrives, that I loved