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
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