Sweet Abiding Pets

I believe in Heaven, and I believe dogs, as well as humans, go there. I had my own dog once upon a time, a Miniature Eskimo named Ollyver. Each night I’d find him waiting on the other side of the door to jump up into my arms when I came home from work. When he got older, I was forced to give him up, and I’d always wondered what became of him. One night I dreamed I awoke to find him by my pillow, staring at me with his wistful brown eyes. So vivid was that dream that my soul flooded with joy as I gathered him up and felt his soft fur against my arms and face. It was the realest dream I’d ever experienced. He would have been quite old by then, so I like to believe he came back that night on his way to Heaven to tell me goodbye. I imagine Ollyver, as well as my other precious deceased pet, a cat named Callie, in that bright new place, sitting by its Pearly gates, biding their time, waiting just for me! I hope one day, in the Hereafter, to gather those sweet pets of mine up into my arms! * This is an excerpt from a longer work which included another animal I called Church Dog, but I could not fit the whole narrative onto this page, so this is the part that tells about two pets that I lost. Andrea Dietrich For Constance - a Rambling Poet's mini-blog contest: All Creatures Great And Small