And cats and birds and horses and gerbils and turtles and any animal that has been loved and brought joy to someone's life. Theology, schmeology, that is what I believe.
My friend Stephanie in NC sent the following email message this morning regarding their dog, Taylor, who had cancer (their other dog, Tristan, died as a result of their horrific car crash in March):
"I am very sad to say we had to put Taylor down this weekend. We had always said that we hoped that he would let us know when it was time because we didn’t want him to suffer. On Friday evening, he told us that he was done fighting the good fight. The sparkle was gone out of his big brown eyes and he seemed to have lost 10 pounds in one day. It was time. On Saturday morning, Brian and I took him to the vet for one last visit and he went peacefully with his head in Brian’s lap and me holding his two giant front paws.
I take solace in knowing that Taylor joined Tristan and Justin, his very best buddies, in the place where all great dogs go. I like to think that they are swimming in big lakes and sleeping on big feather beds and eating pot roast for every meal. And they don’t have to stay on the leash and no one gets mad for eating the cat food or leaving muddy paw prints on the carpet!
The next time you have a chance, raise a glass in honor of the great big yellow dog with a very waggy tail and his little chocolate friend. We were lucky to have had them."
And Taylor and Tristan were lucky to have had Steph, Brian, Turner and little Will to love them.
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