The passing of a gentleman.
My old friend and confidant Mlle Jenny is watching her old golden slowly die. He’s stopped eating and drinking, and Jenny suspects his time is near.
A lot of people believe dogs have no souls. This is the utterest bullshit I have ever heard. The lowest street dog has more soul than the average bureaucrat. I fully expect that Gus will be romping in the fields of Eden soon, falling asleep under shady trees and dreaming of chasing otherworldly rabbits.
For a human, I would ask you to pray that his soul is prepared to be viewed by The Lord. For a dog, all I can ask is that you pray he goes peacefully and in no pain.
Don’t make me come and make you do this, I will fuck you up.
Update: A picture of Gus, the Good Boy.
I hope Jenny sees this, since you didn’t post a link.
http://www-hsc.usc.edu/~cypert/dick/inheaven.html
I believe it’s all true on that page, but my favorite is:
“If there are no dogs in Heaven,
then when I die I want to go
where they went.”
Will Rogers, 1897-1935
RIP:
Mandy
Gretchen
Bo
Sheba
Furball
Maggie
Lucky
Keep after those rabbits, squirrels, and boogers, and keep Dad company. I’ll be there sooner or later.
My thoughts and prayers are with them. May his suffering be little and I hope that only good memories will remain after this trying time.
Toni
Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….
Author unknown…
Her pup is in our prayers. Dogs go with more dignity than most people.
How can people look into a dogs eyes and say they don’t have a soul?
A good Boy indeed… May peace be with them all…
Don’t know what to say, but that one just broke what was left of my heart.
After a storm’s worth of destruction and losses, the sadness in the catosphere and dogosphere pulled the final reserve.
Can’t see the screen seeya later.
Jim
sunk sloop
Galveston, TX