White Dog nodded. "Pearl and Puff could almost be twins," she agreed. I spent the day for some reason calling our Pearly Girl by the name of one of the White Dog Army's founding members. I apologized each time and Pearl did not seem offended but I began to question whether I was having some sort of series of senior moments.
"You know, momma, there might be
another reason," White Dog speculated. "Puff might be visiting us from over the Bridge and you are sensing her."
Sometimes we can feel one or another of the White Dog Angels sharing part of our every daily routine. It's a fleeting flash of white going through a door or the sound of the dog door flap when no one is near. The treat jar is tipped on its side. Or the WDA will shift to make a space that all respectfully leave "open." No one fusses or acts strangely, it is taken as just a matter of course and life continues to swirl and dance. We just for a while seem fuller.
In looking at this photo of Puff, I noticed for the first time that Pearl even has the same long deep toes as our WDA matriarch does. Both sit with their front legs sort of solidly planted. In her day, Puff was our Window Watcher.
I like White Dog's notion that we had a playful loving visit from Puff the Magical of the White Dog Army. The notion that our family interacts across the veil makes me smile...so often I have wished the newer members had known those that came before. There is a peace in thinking that maybe they do.
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