Dog is an Angel

 The Great Being, a figure composed of soft, radiant light with a long, snowy beard and flowing hair, sat cross-legged in a meditative pose. Before him sat Mitzi, a small Jack Russell Terrier with an unfortunate biological quirk: two prominent, jagged horns protruding from her brow. To the untrained eye, she looked like a creature of the underworld, but those who looked into her eyes saw only the guileless, wagging soul of a puppy.

Mitzi tilted her head, offering the being her most practiced, heart-melting stare—the kind that had softened many a human heart back on Earth.

The Being smiled, a warm expression that felt like sunshine hitting frozen ground. "Your spirit has always been pure, little one," he said, his voice resonant yet gentle. "You need not carry the shadow of those horns any longer. Let them be a mark of the light you carry within."

He reached out a hand, and as his fingers brushed the air above her head, the dark, jagged horns dissolved into shimmering dust. In their place, etched into the soft fur atop her head, appeared two perfect, glowing circles—halo-shaped marks of soft, golden light.

Mitzi let out a sharp, joyful bark, her entire body wiggling with excitement. To anyone who spoke "Dog," it was a clear declaration: *I am finally seen as I truly am—an angel.*

The Being offered one final, knowing smile. "Go now, Mitzi. Earth is in need of a gentle heart and a loyal companion. Return as their local friend, my guardian, my Angel Dog."

With a gentle tap of the Being's finger, the world swirled around Mitzi, and she felt herself descending, ready to trade the halls of eternity for the warm sidewalks of a neighborhood in need of a miracle.