Three Kids and a Dog

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

A Story About How Much Our Pets Mean To Us

My aunt forwarded this "story" to me. Her son, my17-year-old cousin, is trying to convince her and my uncle to get a dog. Of course, I have joined in the lobbying of my aunt and uncle, but I wanted to pass on this particularly poignant story of how much our pets can mean to us.

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.

"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."

"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.

"There should be a bowl by the pump."

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drinkhimself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.

"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.

"This is Heaven," he answered.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."

3 Comments:

  • I vote that your relatives should get a dog.

    This is one of my favorite poems about dogs in heaven. I've passed it along to several friends when they've lost a dog. It's kind of sad, but I still like it.

    THE LITTLE DOG ANGEL
    High up in the courts of Heaven today
    A little dog-angel waits
    With the other dogs he will not play
    But he sits alone at the Gates:
    For I know my master will come, says he
    And when he comes, he will call for me.
    And his Master far down on the earth below,
    As he sits in his easy chair
    Forgets sometimes, and he whistles low
    For the dog that is not there;
    And the little dog-angel cocks his ears
    And dreams that his Master's call he hears.
    And I know when at length his Master waits
    Outside in the dark and cold
    For the hand of Death to open the gates
    That lead to the Courts of Gold,
    The little dog-angel's eager bark
    Will comfort his soul while he's still in the dark.

    by Norah M. Holland, 1870

    By Blogger Leigh Ann Taillie, at 8:30 AM  

  • That's a great poem. Thanks for sharing!

    By Blogger Adler's Mom, at 8:44 PM  

  • I just loved that dog story- especially since I am missing Stella so much. If you saw the open park we live on (it is like a forest reserve with endless open patches)- Stellas is going to die with glee at how much running she can do here!

    By Blogger cbalzano, at 4:02 PM  

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