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by JE Lillie
When my father brought the pup home and named him Jesus my mother called him a blasphemer. Dad told her to simmer down.
Jesus followed me to school everyday, listened to my prayers at night and answered every time I called his name.
Jesus was with us the night our house burned down. He led my parents and me out of the fiery furnace then charged back in to drag my baby brother to safety before succumbing to the burns which took most of his fur.
As Jesus lay panting out his final breaths, I realized Dad was really a prophet.