If heaven exist are my dogs there?

We are babysitting our “Granddog” for a couple of days. Although he looks like a full-grown man, he is a big boy, my wife and I have been constantly reminded that he is still just a five month old baby. We have two dogs of our own, a very big hound and a terrier mix. Both of our canines are outside dogs that sleep in kennels in the garage at night. Our “Granddog” is an inside/outside dog but mostly a terribly spoiled inside baby. For a young married couple he is the perfect first dog. Good training for what I hope will be grandkids in the future.

Over the course of our marriage we have had five dogs including our current two. The first, much like my “Granddog”, was the perfect one for a young married couple. Sweet, calm and absolutely adorable. The second one, perfect for a family, devoted, attentive and protective. Much like people, all five of our dogs had their own unique personalities, and spirit. And when I lost each my heart was broken.

I loved each one of my dogs equally but dog #2 has always held a special place in my heart. Maybe it’s because his arrival coincided with my kids running around in the backyard. He was an extension of me, on guard, patrolling the fence line protecting my children from vagrant squirrels, and breaking up fights among sisters. He was a gentle soul, a massive creature who accepted every tail pull, squirt gun shot, “get away” squeal with the same calm reaction.

I know, to this day, how important he was to me and my family because as I write this, thinking of him, I am hurting. I am fighting back tears and battling a lump in my throat. I can see his face like it was yesterday. The dance he did when I gave him a milk bone, tossing it in the air and pawing it back and forth like a hockey puck. Or how all 110 pounds of him shook like a wet kitten every time it thundered. He has been gone for many years now, but he still lives in a place in my heart reserved only for him.

I am not real sure about heaven or hell and honestly I don’t really want to debate the existence of either one right now. I promise I will at a later date. But if there is a heaven, if there is a glorious place for us after this life I am sure my friend is there. Sorry, emotionally, that is about as deep as I can delve at the moment. Happy memories are just that, happy, but they always stand in the shadow of sadness and loss. Funny how that happens.

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17 Responses to If heaven exist are my dogs there?

  1. Ms. SG41 says:

    I sure hope they get to join us in the after life (if there is one). I’m a single girl with no kids, so my dog is my baby. She is spoiled, but she is also super sweet, loving, funny, and kind. When I think of losing her I tear up terribly.

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  2. Nan says:

    Although I love my family dearly, I often think my dog sits at the top of the pile. Dogs are kinda’ like having a two-year-old around all the time — full of playfulness, orneriness, and pure affection. ❤

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  3. As a dog lover myself, I am sure they are happy and we will be re-united , there love for us is I’m sure as strong as our love for them…….we miss them all

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  4. manqindi says:

    ayayayay! My tears sting my eyes too…. our beloved dog died a year and a day ago and is buried at the end of the garden. Her foibles and croons still live and I still speak to her in passing.

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  5. “All dogs go to Heaven”…it’s a kids’ cartoon but I loved it and agree with it 🙂

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  6. Patty says:

    I like to believe her spirit is still near us, still watching over us…somehow that comforts me. Man, you got me teared up again also.
    I don’t think its a good idea if we live forever, but those dogs…make me doubt that thought 😉
    XxX

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    • They are special creatures.

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    • Lyca says:

      My dog died 8 1/2 months ago and the grief still overwhelms. Although the worst of it is that absence and knowing it will never be filled again (it belongs only to him), I am urging myself to break free from some of the rules Western culture uses to define what grief is, to make living without him less passive and have more of its own type of life. There is a sniff of rose coloured glass here, but that is not it. Many/most cultures do not demand that the dead stay dead and silent and inactive for all time to come. Why should we? I have been with my dog a few times since his death, always in spots that we shared, and the moments never anticipated. That our hyper-rational society would note that all this is conjured from imagination doesn’t really mean anything to me. Grief and learning to live without your dog is not in any way a rational business. (Actually one of the strongest sentiments I have is how utterly irrational and insane and cruel it is that this person would have to leave the world). I very much like Philip Pullman’s conceptions of daemons. That makes sense to me. And so do the evenings sitting on the porch of a house we lived in years ago, and upon which my dog would spend days and evenings sitting and pondering making me long to get inside that head, when, without any ado, I am not alone and I sit with him for some time. In all of this, it is those moments that make sense to me.

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      • I am sorry for your loss and I certainly understand your grief. As I stated in my post my old red dog “still lives in a place in my heart reserved only for him”. His memory is shared in a time when my children were young running around in the backyard as the summer sun began to set and the fireflies made their appearance in the dusk. He would help me herd them in for baths and bedtime. A break for mom and dad and for him too when he knew they were safe in the house. Thank you for reading.

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