Are there hoodies in heaven?
This post is just too hard to write. But I feel bad not giving y'all an update.My dad called me yesterday as I was leaving work. Our neighbor found Sparky near his house. He'd been hit by a car. They buried him under his favorite tree.
I cried and cried and then I listened to "Sing Me Back Home" by Merle Haggard and cried some more.
I hope that St. Peter met Sparky at the Pearly Gates with a new hoodie. Maybe a UT one, because I could never find one in his size at the store.
When I got home, Joseph (the dog we're fostering here) wouldn't stop barking and I just couldn't take it. I just didn't want to be reminded. He's doing better today. It's like he knows.
He may be getting adopted. And I kind of hope he is, because there's a little Jack Russell/Chihuahua mix at the vet who needs a home. Needless to say, I'll snatch her up.
I hope that Sparky has all the treats he could ever want and like Kay said, an electric dog bed to keep him warm because in heaven he won't get electrocuted if he eats it.
If I do this get new doggie, I'll have my mom mail me the bandanna I bought Sparky for Christmas that I never got to put on him. It had sparkles on it, because that's what I called him.
He hated when I put clothes on him, but he looked so damn cute.
posted by Laura at
7:37 PM
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Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
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 quivers. 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.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
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By
TanteToma, at
1/04/2007 9:36 PM
Oh honey! I'm thinking about you! I hate losing pets. . .
By
Sheri, at
1/04/2007 11:05 PM
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