My son asked me yesterday whether the cat buried beneath the old maple stump in the back yard will go to heaven. I thought Rob’s essay might be a good answer for my seven year old. His follow up question though–aren’t there always follow up questions?–was whether JoJo, his favourite toy monkey, would go to heaven. “Maybe he’ll become a new monkey!” he suggested. I’m not sure Rob can address that, but here’s a blog worth reading.
One of my favorite features in the Wittenburg Door of the 1980s was a running account of “Dogs Who Know the Lord.” Having witnessed more Christlike traits in some pets than I’ve seen in many human lives, I considered the tongue in cheek title a definite possibility.
This week we bid farewell to a gentle and loving border collie who had been part of our family for more than a decade. She lived a long and full life, and like her our previous border collie, she enjoyed her family and the outdoors (both gifts of God) right up until the end. (Both had been “rescued” by us.) Then, when Tanner and Lady were each over 15 years old, simply remained on their blankets when the day arrived that they knew they had not the strength to rise.
There are two kinds of people. Pet lovers, and those whose hearts are…
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