Saturday, January 23, 2010

Walking down the road

I love this story.

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 drink himself, 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.'
It makes me tear up thinking about whatever there is after death. Who will feed the dogs? Will they miss me? Will they understand that it was not my choice to leave them? Will it be something sudden? Will I suffer?

I have made it clear to my family where the dogs are to go, and with whom, and that any extra money from life insurance or what have you should go to helping some rescue groups out, specifically the one that helped me bring Chunk home (4 Luv of Dog) and the two that I volunteer with (BTRC and New Hope). What about you? Do you have a plan in place for something like that?

Wow, that was a lot more depressing than it should have been. Sorry to ruin everyone's Saturday.

1 comment:

  1. Hey...that was a sweet story. I wish everyone that has had a pug puppy could also enjoy adopting an older pug that needs a home. They are all so sweet! You have quite a sweet crew there with you. I wish you could send them to Camp Chichi! We take all kind of campers here...if they can't get along..I don't know what we'd do but we've not had a problem yet.