Peetie Boy - "Mom's" beloved parakeet who would call to us by saying, "Puppy, puppy", and we would go running to see what he wanted. Peetie was with us for 7 years and died in his sleep on July 4, 1998. Mom misses him very much for his singing and constant chatter brought her joy not only every day but during her darkest times.
Snoopy, our "Mom's" very first pet - a yellow and white cat.
Sheppie, Our "Mom's" very first dog - a beagle mix. Didn't start out to be her dog but came to be her constant companion when she was home from working. When Sheppie left to be with his owner, his owner had to bring him back as Sheppie was homesick for his "Mom". Sheppie died in his owner's arms after a long, happy life of 16 years.
Skippy, Grampie Tidd's dog - a beagle mix - who followed us grandchildren everywhere and was our constant companion on our weekly visits.
Cassie, "Mom's" parakeet, who was purchased as a mate for Peetie.
BeeBop & Babe, "Mom's" "girls" who lived with us up until we moved to where we are now. The "girls" were 13 years old, were sisters, and had always been together. A home could not be found for them, they were not allowed to accompany us on the move due to apartment regulations, and their vet suggested they would not survive the move as they were old and had always lived in one house. They "fell asleep" together in "Daddy's" arms while "Mom" cried in the waiting room.
Miss Gigi, "Sister" LaRena's Mom's dog who passed on from old age curled up in her favorite spot behind the rocking chair.
Winston, my friend Jae's dog.
Cricket, Chase's Mouse
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 begins to quiver. 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.
There's a special place for grownups, a special place for kids;
Me, I'll be on the other side, the side called Rainbow Bridge.
Across the dark green meadow, atop the hills I'll run,
Where the colors from the Rainbow glitter from the sun.
And there I'll find my sweetheart running fast toward me.
In my arms where he belongs FOR ALL ETERNITY.
The question, it seems to me, suggests more the arrogance of Man than the worthiness of these virtuous animals.
Consider for a moment, these personal observations of the dogs I have known and loved:
Without exception, they savored life for all it could offer. They faced every one of their days with a sense of adventure and joy and good-natured spirit, a spirit tempered only by an overriding eagerness to please and love their masters, for nothing gave them more pleasure.
Not to the smallest degree were they capable of recrimination, sarcasm, pettiness or treachery. They were, however, eminently capable of qualities to which Man can only aspire.
"Unconditional love", for example, is a very modern term Man has coined to describe a paragon of loving...an all-forgiving love, a love without reward, expectation, or promise of reciprocity.
Yet dogs, from time immemorial, have exemplified this ideal of love.
What other friend, I wonder, would have not a flicker of care whether you were successful or an abject failure, whether you were homely or comely, clean or smelly-dirty, foolish or clever, beggar or king?
Who else would judge you--not by your appearance, power, or money--but solely by the kindness of your hand and heart?
Yet who else, I ask, would forgive a blow with a kiss to the offending hand?
Come what may, he loves--no, adores--you, be you sinner or saint. And he will softly lick the sores and wounds the world gives you, and never ask (or worse, tell you) what you did to deserve them.
And if Man is a dog's "God", what man serves God with such a thoroughly cheerful, immediate and unquestioning obedience as a dog serves his master?
Show me a man who so delights in all the great bounties God has given him.
Show me a man as gleefully grateful for his wonderous blessings as a dog is for a scrap of would-be garbage from his master's hand.
Show me a man as trustful, as humbly devoted, as appreciative and joyfully submissive to God, as my brainless, souless dog is to me.
Yes, show me this man, this saint, who so embodies all these abiding virtures.
Then I will show you, my friend, a man with a soul as deserving of Heaven as the most meager of dogs.
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