You know, I’ve thought of the same thing, burying my dogs with me. Jazz was my significant other and to this day I have her collar in my purse. I used to sing to her when we went for our evening walk...”me and my shadow...”. She put up with this. :-)
I think she saved my life one night - woke me up and I realized I was heaving trying to breathe. Very strange and not sure what caused it. But I thought she wanted out but after I finally caught my breath she just looked at me - she hadn’t wanted to go out after all. So that’s when I realized she knew something was wrong with my breathing and took it upon herself to wake me up.
I hope there are dogs in heaven!
If there aren’t any dogs in heaven, it ain’t heaven and I ain’t goin!
I’m claiming this verse as God’s promise that I will again run with Lady, Leo, Kylie and one day my sweet Pyr Hannah in His eternal kingdom.
May this be yours to hold onto also.
Col 1:19-20
“For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in Him, and through Him to reconcile to himself [ALL] things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross”
[emphasis mine]