Thursday, June 18, 2009

Dogs in Paradise

Once upon a time we adopted a beautiful dog, and named him Raistlin (after a thief in a fantasy novel, for crying out loud). His mother was a wire-haired terrier who conveniently went into heat while on a camping trip out west with her family. Biological imperative drove this well-behaved dog to escape into the wild woods, eluding her searchers until she found satisfaction with some wild dog. Raistlin looked like a white German Shepherd with wiry hair. He had gentle brown eyes, and flowed like wind through the grass when he ran. And, having inherited his mother's gift for escape, he ran frequently. Our neighborhood was his hunting ground, and he was king (let us not discuss the unfortunate incident with the Senator’s prize miniature rooster).

But, there came a time when Raistlin could no longer move without pain, and when my Mother saw that we could no longer ease his suffering, we had him put to sleep. Hot bitter tears, that night.

The next evening, my Mother dreamed of Raistlin running through a bright green field under a brilliant sky and shining sun. He ran as if he could fly. He ran with delight. He ran up to her to say: “All is well. I am well. Farewell.” And, then he was gone.

Yesterday, a good friend of my Mother’s wrote to say that she had to put down her beloved dog, Panda. Driving from the vet, she had a vision of Panda
“… running in an open field (like the one in our neighborhood where she liked to go). She was healthy, it was green, sunny and she was running toward me, almost smiling like she could do. Ears flapping, tail twirling … I told her to go to Jesus in Heaven. She looked peacefully at me, and then she was gone.”

Two stories, two visions, so similar that somewhere there must be endlessly green, sunlit fields beneath brilliant skies were all dogs run like the wind in paradise.

5 comments:

Lori Skoog said...

Fe...a very sweet post.

mountain.mama said...

I have always believed that I would see my canine companions again in a similar place. I had a dog named Tess who was a "familiar." When she was very sick from drinking antifreeze, I "saw" her leave with Artemis. That vision has always comforted me.

One Red Horse said...

And through those endless green fields and forests run my Riley, Max, and Oscar. S

rebecca said...

To this day I still mourn my animals that I've had to put down. Each time I say no more. And, yet, another always seems to conveniently find me and there I am once again opening my heart to these precious, unconditionally loving animals....*sigh*

Janie said...

I certainly hope dogs have a paradise. They deserve it. And I want to be in the same paradise with my old canine companions.