The big black dog was trained by the Nazis to lunge, growl, bark and snarl at the arrivals. He followed the orders of the men in uniform; he was given his meals. It was all he knew, the life he was bred and trained for.
One day he was walking the periphery of the camp alone, along the fence. He saw a young girl sitting by herself, in the sun. She exuded a peaceful energy he had not encountered before, living among his pack of angry shouting soldiers. Curious, he moved closer. He sat, head tilted. Their eyes met. She smiled.
After that, at the same time every day, he made his walk along the fence and stopped to sit with her. Each day, she gave him a small piece of bread she had saved for him.
They shared silent companionship. He learned there was another way to be than the life he had been trained for.
Next lifetime, he sought and found her again. This time she was a Wild Woman with a peaceful heart on the West Coast of Vancouver Island. This time, it was all - and only - peace and love, joy along the sandy shore.
196 words for the Pantry of Poetry and Prose at Poets United.
What a wonderful story - I love the bond forged
ReplyDeleteThis was breathtaking! Even in the pit of hell-hope and love are born.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful story! I'm very glad you've told us the first part of it.
ReplyDeleteWhat was learned in one life followed into the next. Two souls that found peace and joy in one another found each other again. A different kind of soulmate.
ReplyDeleteLove and compassion are contagious. And they certainly follow the bits we are made off around time and space. How wonderful, that the understanding goodness they planted in one life sprouts in another.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful story that opens up questions to parallel lives or reincarnation. There is so much to explore but, the beauty is the reunited of kindred souls.
ReplyDeleteI love how the dog could find his next life already in his last... but I wonder what happened to the little girl...
ReplyDeleteDogs know who to trust and who to love. What an ending, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteThis is such a touching story, Sherry!❤️ Two souls who found solace in each other!
ReplyDeleteI love this prequel to the story of Pup. You two were true soul mates.
ReplyDeleteI love this on so many levels Sherry! When we find each other, we find peace
ReplyDeleteI am so happy they found each other again!
ReplyDeleteWhat and absolutely delightful story Sherry. If only poets, dogs and children ruled the world.
ReplyDeleteOh, Sherry . . . Transformations like this must happen more than we can know.
ReplyDeleteLike how you've woven this across time...and lifetimes...
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful story that made me gasp at the end. I choose to believe that it happened exactly the way you wrote it.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful tale from a rescue dog, Sherry. I do hope this time will be a long and happy life. It's a fun write when using it in first tense, the dog. I have written some for Adi, she even was an authorized writer of my 'everyday blog.' There are others.
ReplyDelete..
Sherry,
ReplyDeleteA beautiful placid read, with a moral attached. I think it means change and moderation can happen, if we lead by example.
Good can be found...and Pup lives on in a wonderful memory:)
Oh, how I hope in my heart that this story is true! Of course, it MUST be true, for Wild Woman has told the tale--and it is wonder-full! :)
ReplyDelete