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Related: Culture Forums, Support ForumsYesterday we had to put the beagle down
sometimes that dog drove me absolutely nuts but the last couple of months he was just sweeter.
I dont believe in heaven or hell or an afterlife, but after someone passes away, I always hope I am wrong and that they are somewhere better.
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)I do believe that we've all been here before,
some will return, others may choose not too.
I believe that: your beagle is playing just across the rainbow bridge.
Sekhmets Daughter
(7,515 posts)When I was a little girl, with wavy blond hair half-way down my back, I had a distinct memory of another mother who didn't pull my hair when she was brushing it. My mother did not care for the comparison.
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)when we have no earthly ties
then and only then, the choice is truly ours to make.
Sekhmets Daughter
(7,515 posts)In that case, I'll be here until the sun dies. I think I am a very slow learner.
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)unless a connection here is great enough to bring me back.
or . . . if I choose to become a guide, again.
Sekhmets Daughter
(7,515 posts)In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)rejoice in the knowledge you have gained
wisdom, comes not gently (or easily)
however, it is the power
that will free your soul.
Sekhmets Daughter
(7,515 posts)snacker
(3,619 posts)everyone one of us who has lost a beloved pet understands what you are going through. Sending hugs your way.
The below tribute appeared in an Ann Landers Column in the mid-1990s. It was written by Charles B. Wells, Jr., Palmyra, NY
DOGS DON'T HAVE SOULS, DO THEY?
I remember bringing you home. You were so small and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur. You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping. Once in a while, you'd let out a little yelp just to let me know this was your territory.
Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a passion and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes as if to say: "I'm sorry, but I'll do it again as soon as you're not watching."
As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking at everyone who walked by. When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging just to say, "Welcome home. I missed you." You never had a bad day and I could always count on you to be there for me.
When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you would hop on my lap looking for attention. You never asked for anything more than to have me pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg.
As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn't stand on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again. You just looked up at me as if to say you were old and tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me to do one last favor.
With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet. One last time you were lying next to me. For some strange reason you were able to stand up in the animal hospital - perhaps it was your sense of pride.
As the vet led you away, you stopped for an instant, turned your head and looked at me as if to say: "Thank you for taking care of me."
I thought, "No - thank YOU for taking care of ME."
hedgehog
(36,286 posts)what was best.
Sekhmets Daughter
(7,515 posts)bigwillq
(72,790 posts)Taverner
(55,476 posts)I'll give my beagle an extra long hug and belly rub for you