Please watch over our humans, they are so weak. They have no claws or teeth, they can't run fast or fly away, neither can they burrow or build a nest in which to be safe.  They smell bad, do strange things
that aren't altogether intelligent, have no real ability to communicate with us, although we are able to figure out what they want.

Lord, grant US the ability to watch over our humans, care for them, cheer them when they are down, make them laugh, smile, and shower them with our love.  We pray that we can bring a little joy into
their otherwise mundane existence...

Lord...please let them know that when we insist on getting attention, its so we can check their emotional well being and boost their morale When we pester them for different foods, toys, etc, its so they will
learn to see us in ways they hadn't considered, bringing them closer and back into the fold... which they are part of but keep forgetting about.  They expect us to know what they want even though sometimes
they don't know what we want.
Some of them really try and we know they love us but some of them are so dumb yet our love for them remains intensely unfaltering.

Lord, when we die, please make sure to send us ahead to where ever our humans are going to be, so we can pave the way for them, vouch for them and be there for them when they too die.. ....please allow us to continue proving the humans are worth the effort.  You placed these humans in dominion over us, but you charged us with the task of caring for them and SHOWING them your love every day, through us.

God bless these mere mortal humans, they know not that we are their guardian angels sent in love to task them so that they may grow to be part of your plan.  You and Us God... we'll bring them back into the
fold... you and us.

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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.
"Ahhh, 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 getting pushed off to the side.  When they were full, the big brothers and sisters got their bottoms cleaned and he finally latched on to 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 away.
He was having trouble breathing as 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 had laid him on her chest and covered him with a soft cloth, keeping him warm, and soothing his bony 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 littermates. He got weaker, and the human held him more often, leaving the littermates 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 Rainbow Bridge?"
"Yes, he responded," with a little sorrow, because the human didn't want to let him go, and was crying.
He pushed the air out of his lungs and floated back to the Rainbow Bridge and looked back at the human, who was still crying and holding the limp body that he had borrowed for his 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 her, too."

by Joy LaCaille    Email: lakai@iag.net <mailto:lakai@iag.net>
Bereavement page of MEMORIES to be rekindled at THE RAINBOW BRIDGE
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Memories of love -- http://www.iag.net/~lakai/memsof.htm