Will Rogers once said “If there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die I want to go where they go.”
I believe dogs go to heaven, how could there be a true heaven without dogs?
Last week my beloved dog, Jack passed away suddenly. I am completely devastated. Words cannot express my sorrow.
I first met Jack when he was five months old. I remember seeing him for the first time at a friend’s house. He came over to me and begged to be picked up. He had the most beautiful, soulful eyes and freckles on his head. It was love at first sight for both of us. I held him and put my face in his soft fur. He did not give kisses, like a puppy usually does, but simply sniffed me. I wanted more than anything to take him home.
But Jack was not for sale. He was supposed to be a show dog. He did not really look like show quality to me. He was rather large for a Chihuahua and his ears were big and floppy – no chance they were going to stand up correctly. I got to visit Jack and play with him often. He was so sweet and I always hated to leave him.
When he turned six months old, my friend told me Jack was not going to make it as a show dog. He was indeed too large and those big ears remained floppy. She asked if I would like to have him as a pet. I was thrilled to take Jack home with me! The first night Jack slept by my pillow and there he continued to sleep every night for the rest of his life.
Jack made me smile everyday. He was the happiest dog I’ve ever known. He loved to play with the other dogs, especially Kate and Yoshi. The house is so empty without him. I miss his loving eyes, his soft fur, his funny howl, the way he snored. Life will never quite be the same. He was a momma’s boy, always with me. And I was always there to hold him, as I did when he went to Heaven.
Yes, dogs go to Heaven, and I know Jack is playing with new friends. I will miss him for the rest of my life.