All Dogs Do Go To Heaven
that takes her dogs to the vet, a lot. If they need anything, she gets it for them. She takes them to doggie daycare, she takes them to the groomer, she takes them to the park, she walks them, she buys them gourmet dog food and she takes them to the acupuncturist. You get the picture.
I enjoy teasing
Our relationship started as business and grew into true friendship despite our religious opinions. She was a salesperson and I, a buyer in business, but in friendship, we were two souls that shared like passions and convictions excepting one thing. She believed, just like the movie says, all dogs go to heaven. I believed that dogs, all animals, are soul-less and don’t go anywhere when they die, especially not to heaven! I don’t let dogs in my house, why would I want dogs in heaven with me? Many people don’t like dogs and heaven is a place for people, not animals. Nancy and I had this discussion on several occasions with neither of us agreeing with the other.
It was a Thursday and
I didn’t want to hurt my friend’s feelings but at the same time, I can’t back down on my staunch religious beliefs. I said to her, as kindly as possible, “I’m really sorry about Tramp, but, no, I don’t think he will go to heaven”.
Tippy, a very active, small black and white female, would run a while and then have to stop to hack. Her activities slowed and her hacking grew worse. My husband and children insisted we take her to the doctor and she was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. She was prescribed medicine to help her breathe more freely by removing the fluid from around her heart and we took her home. My dad had rescued Tippy from an abusive situation and she had been our pet for about five years. She was a very friendly dog that loved women and was very leery of the male species. We had her spayed and I told her all the time that I knew she must think she had died and gone to heaven because of the way she was treated before compared to the way she was living now. She always kind of grinned and showed me her teeth when I said that.
Percy, my other dog of 15 years, was a Chow mixture with a large plummy tail we got as a puppy. He had the sweetest face I ever seen on a dog. Perse, as we fondly called him and Tippy were the best of friends, male and female, about the same ages, old for dogs. When Tippy became ill, Perse followed her everywhere like a guardian angel protecting her and making sure that she made it home each night after roaming the woods or neighborhood. When she was safe, he could rest.
Every morning my dogs would greet me when I left for work and escort me down my driveway and miraculously would be waiting to escort me back up my driveway to my house every afternoon. I loved this daily attention from my dogs and felt particularly sad when Tippy couldn’t make it up the road and back each day. It became a pointed search every morning for me to find her to check on her health before I went to work. Some short time after Tramp departed this earth, I found my Tippy, lying dead, in the cold, outside of my home.
I cannot explain all the emotions that flooded my heart and mind. I began to cry. And, at that very moment, I believed all dogs do go to heaven. God reminded me that dogs are his creation, for his pleasure and mine. Tippy had such a sweet presence that I realized she would be loved in heaven just as she was on earth. I immediately called
Today, I have another dog, not a replacement because Tippy and Percy will never be forgotten or replaced. But, this time, I deeply love my dog and my dog loves me. I got him right after leaving my career of 27 years. I’m not sure I would have made it through bouts of stress and anxiety without him. His name is Hermie. He is a long-haired Dachshund. I think I have morphed into
Give your dogs a hug from me,
The Happy Handicap