Our beloved Charley died today.
You've done your job -- and done it well. Rest now, sweet puppy.
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So very sorry.
I'm sorry, Cindy. As someone who has loved her dogs without bounds and mourned them hopelessly, I know the feeling. The first time I doubted the existence of a God was when I was in the fourth grade. When I came in from school, my mother told me that my beloved little rattie had been hit by a car and killed. I wept bitterly. He was all black except for one white hair on his chest, and he had been a dear friend. He met me at the end of our drive when the school bus let us off each afternoon, and he shared the snack my mother always prepared for my sister and me. He was handsome, and he was good. Trying to find something to hang onto, I said, "Well, I will see him in Heaven." My mother explained dogs did not go to Heaven. I still can't explain why she would have said that at that particular time. She too loved that pup, and she was furious with the boy whose carelessness had killed him. Maybe she was just not thinking. But it stuck with me. Decades later when circumstances were forcing my husband and me to move our church membership to the Lutheran church, we were in a small orientation group and I mentioned this story. Without blinking, the minister said, "Every being touched by love on this earth will be with God in Heaven. I was an instant Lutheran. Your boy was clearly touched by love. You've had some losses lately, and I'm sorry. Find you another pup so the love you have won't go to waste.
Thank you Gaye.
Charley is not the first dog I've loved, but he was my "baby," insisting on guarding me. He had the sunniest, people-friendly personality I've ever seen...and the Brick loved him as dearly as I did. Charles had cancer, which was strangling him -- he'd gone blind and nearly deaf. And yet one of the last things he did was nuzzle my stomach and put his paw over my hand -- one of his dear little mannerisms. He was such a lover.
What with The Mama's funeral and Covid, as well, this has been a very difficult time. I do believe -- God is good, all the time. And I also believe, like you, that we will see our beloved pets again. Thank you for writing.
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