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PHANTOM JANUARY 10, 2009 - JULY 1, 2009 Phantom's time with us was much too short. She was so very precious, with the most endearing
personality. Phantom was always in the middle of all the fun. She loved to play ball and she loved to chase and
be chased. She reminded me so much of her mother, Treasure. She will forever be missed and never forgotten.
Phantom was lost to a tragic accident. She left a huge void in my heart and my home.
 Little Dude lived only five short weeks, but he touched many
lives in his short time. Little Dude was a fighter. Weighing only 2.7 ounces at birth, he fought to live.
Around the clock tube feedings and all the love and attention I could give were not enough to save this tiny baby. He
managed to grow to 10 ounces at five weeks. In the end, he could not overcome some internal problems and we allowed
him to pass peacefully. I know he will be waiting for me, healthy and whole, at the Rainbow Bridge. Rest in peace
my sweet baby. You were loved more than you will ever know. What we consider Little Dude's story is below.
Rainbow Bridge Return-by Joy LaCaille
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 in a shelter because he was a mix-breed battle-scarred cur and wasn't cute. They explained why they were waiting
for their humans who loved them.
"What is love?" he asked, and God let
him go back to earth and find out. 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 (You have my permission to share it, but please keep my name as the author and
my e-mail address attached to it. Email: lakai@iag.net
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