To: Farmer Dean
Amen to that. The dog I had as a small child made it to 20. She was in rough shape, but she didn't die of natural causes. She walked out in front of a truck that was just pulling out. To this day, my mother thinks she knew it was her time, and deliberately stepped out in front of it. The truck was barely moving, so it was clean and quick. I miss that dog. This was back in the day when Mom could give me money and a shopping list, and I'd walk to the market to get her groceries, and my dog would follow along side and sit at the front door of the market until I came out. If it got too hot outside, she'd come inside and sit by the shopping carts. The cashiers knew her by name and would even give her water if she was thirsty. Then back up the hill we went. What a great girl she was. As I tell everyone, if there is a Lord God who can make the heavens and the earth, then he certainly can have that Rainbow Bridge sitting there with all our four-legged family waiting for us when we arrive. All Things Are Possible With God.
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78 posted on
04/20/2016 4:09:21 PM PDT by
Viking2002
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To: Viking2002
It would be wonderful to see all the dogs,cats and horses that I’ve lost over the years.I remember and miss all of them.
80 posted on
04/20/2016 5:13:33 PM PDT by
Farmer Dean
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To: Viking2002
“As I tell everyone, if there is a Lord God who can make the heavens and the earth, then he certainly can have that Rainbow Bridge sitting there with all our four-legged family waiting for us when we arrive.”
I agree! If so, I’ll be greeted by an army of collies and shelties!
Interestingly, C.S. Lewis wrote (I think it’s in “The Four Loves”) about the possibility of our pets going to heaven.
85 posted on
04/21/2016 9:54:17 AM PDT by
pax_et_bonum
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