Our dog was hit by a car today. No, she was not a gay dog, but she did have a rhinestone collar.
I was required to go and get the body -- something you don't really think about when you adopt that adorable puppy and put it under the tree for your son to unwrap at Christmas.
I took it to the county animal shelter where they would dispose of it for ten dollars. That sounds a bit insensitive, but we do not live in an area where we could bury her on our land.
|Meg the Wonder Dog and friend|
Numerous dogs, cats, gerbils, two and a half lambs (don't ask), chickens, several other birds, assorted aquarium fish, bunnies a hedgehog and something that died in our pond that we never could identify.
North Shelly, Idaho. Probably not a good place to be around Halloween.
That's it. No startling revelations. Just a firm reminder that there is more to this life than we can see, and that is hugely comforting to me -- not just that Meg the Wonder Dog will go on, but that we as a family will go on as well.
And so will everyone -- and all the friends we have made and the myriad of friends we have yet to make and those friends and family we had so long ago that we have forgotten.
We all will have the chance to go on and live wonderfully and have marvelous existences.
Doesn't help me from shedding a few tears for Meg the Wonder Dog, however.