Angel Was an Angel!
by Kathy Hess
I was too sick to pick her out so my daughter-in-law chose her ... the wiggling, shiny black, stub-tailed little schnauzer. She rode home in the palm of her hand. She named her Angel.
She met Rags, my 14 year old schnauzer-mix, who decided she was "Mommy." Rags house-broke her, taught her to chase toys and to sleep in the sun on the porch. Six months later, Rags had gone blind from diabetes.
She was becoming very insecure until one day as she struggled to go down the steps, Angel walked over, touched her shoulder to Rags' shoulder, "woofed" and down the step they went, side by side.
From that day until Rags died 2 years later, Angel became her eyes. They walked on a split lead and Rags was never afraid or unsure again. My Angel became her angel.
Now my Angel is an angel herself and I know that across the Rainbow Bridge, Rags and Angel are laying in the sun side-by-side, waiting for me.