I remember, when I was about 12 years old, having a question
and answer session with my parents one evening while driving to the boardwalk
on family vacation. I don’t remember all the questions we asked, but some were
rather profound and complicated. I do remember asking if our pets went to
heaven. My parents suggested we ask our pastor. As distinctly as I remember the
dark summer sky filled with sparkling stars, I also remember standing in the
stuffy foyer of our tiny church and posing my question to our pastor. And, I
also remember how crushed his answer made me feel. “Nothing, according to the
Bible, indicates that there will be any animals in heaven,” the pastor
responded to my inquiry. I remember feeling the hot rush of tears spring to my
eyes and how the stuffy room suddenly felt unbearable. I wanted to protest, “But,
didn’t God make the animals too? Why would he abandon them, soulless and dead?”
But, twelve year old me simply muttered a defeated thank you and shuffled out
the door. Since then, I have decided I don’t really care if there is no
evidence in the Bible, I choose to believe our special pets will meet us in
heaven in some form or another. They might not have souls like human beings,
but they are still deserving of an afterlife because surely anyone who has
looked into the eyes of their beloved pet knows they feel love. Last Monday we
had to say good-bye to our sweet kitty Pookie. As Primero and I wept together
in the vet’s office, I hoped we would see Pookie once again in the great
beyond.
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I'm so sorry you lost your kitty.
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