I was speaking to another animal lover recently. I
shared my still-lingering heartache with her. Melodi was able to come along
side, since Her Little Palmer died several years ago. And there are the
emotions and those things that still trigger her memories. We rattled on for
well over half an hour, and she said the most amazing thing… “Bill, I’m convinced
that you’ll see Your Little Buddy again. I’m sure she’ll be in heaven waiting
for you.” Those words encouraged me, and were “for such a time as this,” since
I’ve thought about that possibility a lot since she left us. And I’ve
questioned how heaven can be heaven if our dear little pets aren’t allowed
there.
Oh, the
thrill. Oh, the delight. If God allows me to see My Princess and My Buddy
again. (Princess was my first dog; a black and white Cocker Spaniel. She was
hit by a dump truck. Could it have been half a century ago? And of course, Buddy just recently went on to her reward). But perhaps Our
Saviour will smile, and beckon with His hand, as if to say, “Well, Bill there
they are. What are you waiting for? There’s fields and flowers and trees
aplenty. Go for it. Romp and run and carry on. Love Those Wonderful Little
Puppies of yours for all you’re worth." And with this I’ll turn and My Two Most
Favorite Creatures will be looking up at me, expectantly; eyes shining, ears
twitching and tails wagging. And my heart will skip a few beats, and I’ll scoop
them up into my arms; one in each, and they’ll rest contentedly against my
shoulders. And best of all… we’ll remember one another and the love we knew
will be undimmed and stronger for the years we’ve missed.
By William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from "Unconventional Devotions" Copyright 2005
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