“A dog will teach you unconditional love. If you can
have that in your life, things won't be too bad.”—Robert Wagner (actor, The
Longest Day)
I just read on Facebook that
some friends of ours put their dog to sleep. Cinnamon had just celebrated her
seventeenth birthday, which is very old for any dog, but she was a golden
retriever, and an internet search just told me that the average lifespan for
that breed is twelve.
I haven’t seen Cinnamon in
many years, but I’ve heard her stories and seen her pictures. I feel a loss in
her passing, but not nearly the loss her family must feel.
I look at my devoted Dino and
wonder how I will survive losing him some day, what a hole will be left in my
heart when he’s not there waking us up at five a.m. every morning without fail,
when he doesn’t greet me at the door every night so excited that I have
returned to his house just to see him, when he doesn’t plop his 60 pound body
of fur on my lap when I am trying to read in bed at night. What will my yard
look like in the spring without two wheelbarrows full of poop?
Which brings up the question –
do dogs go to heaven? To which all of us dog lovers know the answer.
"Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you
would stay out and your dog would go in." —Mark Twain (author, The
Adventures of Tom Sawyer)
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