Monday, October 24, 2011

A Golden Way to Go

"Live like a dog – bark less, wag more!” - unknown

Duke and David were lying on the floor together, on Duke’s favorite rug; five year old Danny sat close by.  It was the day the boy and his Dad had dreaded for almost two years.  You see Duke, a 16 year old golden retriever was suffering.  David carried him everywhere now – upstairs and down.  He never complained; Duke was the best dog ever.
It was time.  Duke knew it first; the pain was unbearable.  Today he’d cross that rainbow bridge to a better place, free from pain, full of fun and plenty of open spaces.  Maybe it was the look in his eyes, or that mournful expression, or the silence of his oft-wagging tail, but David knew it too.

Danny spoke up, “You’ll have lots of dog friends in heaven because I took a poll of all the dogs in the world and they agreed that you’re number One.”  He kissed Duke lightly on the head before continuing, “I want you to play nice with all the other dogs and share your toys.  They may miss their families too sometimes, so be sure and cheer them up, OK?”
Tears moistened David’s pale cheeks.  Oh the memories!  Dogs' lives are too short – that’s their only fault, really.  Miracles with paws!  The reason they have so many friends is that they wag their tail instead of their tongue.
“We’ll miss you dear friend,” David sobbed, “I love you with all my heart.  Thank you loving me so much!”
Danny watched his Dad struggle to regain his composure.  “Cheer up Daddy,” the youngster said in a comforting tone.  “If Duke sees you crying, he’s gonna think he’s going to a bad place.  God will take care of him . . . and make sure he has lots of shoes to chew!”
David laughed and kissed his son.  Then he stroked Duke’s long soft fur.  “Soon,” he said, you’ll be able to run free again.  Your legs will work like new and you’ll be able to jump high like you did when we used to visit the farm.  When you get there, be sure and find a river for us to swim in and don’t forget to mark your territory!”
As he caressed his faithful canine friend, David praised him in a soothing voice – for being such a wonderful dog and loving companion.  Duke’s life on earth would soon end – only to enjoy the divine ‘treats’ of a heavenly Kingdom.  They’d all be together again someday.  But until then, they’d cherish these last few minutes with Duke - moments forever etched deeply in their hearts.
Fellow humans, take a message from dogs: Live simply.  Love generously.  Care deeply. 
Master, Treat me kindly, for no heart in the world is more grateful than mine.  And when the good Lord calls me home, hold me gently in your arms knowing that I would have protected you with my life until I drew my last breath. - Duke