Our black lab mix, Jake, was diagnosed with lymphoma on New Years Eve. My vet told me Thursday night that we may have a week or two left with him. I've had to have dogs put down that were old and sick but never a 6 year old pup. I cry every night when I tuck him in on the comforter next to my bed. He still eats, wags his tail and even chases birds (not as fast as he used to). My son (his best buddy) goes back to college tomorrow and is devastated that he will probably never see his dog again. During the annual Blessing of the Animals at our church a few years ago, our minister said that when someone asks him if there are animals in heaven, he simply answers "of course there are animals in heaven. Otherwise, how could heaven be perfect?"
The poem about the dog at St. Peter's gate is one that I have kept in my Bible for years and given to friends who are grieving the loss of a pet. "Just a dog" I've never had "just a dog".
I feel for all of you who have lost beloved pets or are facing it. As I told my son, the only way to avoid this is to decide not to have pets. That's out of the question for us.