Renee: Thanks for that wonderful story, I feel the same way. I would choose that country lane with my dogs and kids over the fancy walk anyday. I know there is another one about our pets who go before us that wait for us at the bridge. Have you seen that one? I will look for it, but it helped us get through the tough time after Bud our 17 year old golden died. He was our first kid. I am sure he is playing with your guy up there right now just waiting for us. Carol
----- Original Message ----- From: Brooks.Reneej@epamail.epa.gov Sent: Wednesday, March 28, 2001 10:58 AM To: brierpups@fast.cs.utah.edu Subject: Since our pet are special we know where we will be going
Our friend Steve sent this one to us and we thought you would like it as
well. In light of Carols story about Sasha, it seemed appropriate. Carol,
I cried when I read that!!
Renee and Leigh
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A man and his dog were walking along a road.
The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he
was dead. He remembered dying, and that his faithful dog had been dead for
many years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the
road. It looked like fine marble. As he reached the wall, he saw a
magnificent gate in the arch, and the street that led to the gate made from
pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man
at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me,
where are we?" "This is heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water? We have traveled far,"
the man said. "Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water
brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open. "Can my
friend,"gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?"
the traveler asked. "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment, remembering all the years this dog remained loyal
to him and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had
been going.
After another long walk he came to a plain dirt road, which led through a
farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.
As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and
reading a book. "Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any
water? We have traveled far." "Yes, sure, there's a faucet over there."
The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate.
"Come on in and help yourself." "How about my friend here?" the traveler
gestured to his dog. "There should be a bowl by the faucet; he is welcome
to share." They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an
old-fashioned faucet with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave
some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward
the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked."This is heaven," was the
answer. "Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the
road said that was heaven, too." "Oh, you mean the place with the gold
street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?" "No. We're
just happy that they screen out the folks who'd leave their best friends
behind in exchange for material things."
"Author Unknown"
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