When you feel me in your heart, just look up.  I’ll be right there. (unknown)

Where do our pets go after they die? I surely wish there were a pet heaven.

The other day Breezy asked me, “Gigi, what is that white thing under the trees down there?,” referring to a stone angel at the bottom of the hill down from our house.   “That’s Rocko’s grave.  You’ve heard me talk about my little dog Rocko.”  Rocko died five years before Breezy was born.  “Well, let’s dig Pluto up,” she replied.  (Not sure how Rocko became Pluto, but remember, Breezy is five.)

“No, we can’t just dig Rocko up. It doesn’t work like that.”  I wish I knew what was going on in that head of hers.  I can only imagine that she expected “Pluto” to have been transformed into a plush stuffed toy rather than a box a bones.  My own cynical mind imagined something like Stephen King’s Pet Sematary.  If we were to dig him up he would be transformed from the sweet toy poodle that he was into some fierce evil animal that would kill people.

Shortly after that conversation I went over to Breezy’s house one Sunday morning. She whispered in my ear that Chain had died.  Chain was her first pet.  A tiny hamster.  She told me that they had buried Chain outside her bedroom window.  “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said.   “It happens to all of us at some time in our lives.  Our pets die.”  She took it pretty well actually because Chain had bitten her.  I had witnessed the biting on Facetime when she was showing me Chain shortly after she had gotten him.  She probably held him too tight and scared him.  After that she wasn’t particularly interested in Chain.

I told you recently about my acquisition of four kittens that had been dropped the night before Valentine’s Day. All is not well with them and only one remains.  My heart has been torn apart in the past couple of months.  I do not take the loss of “pets” well.  I get attached to animals very quickly and take the loss of them hard.

And that is why I do hope there is a very nice pet heaven where all my pets and “pets” are living together in harmony.   Maybe they have all turned into plush stuffed animals and have come back to earth to make little children happy and to give them comfort.  Now there’s a nice thought.

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Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moon light
Someone’s thinking of me, and loving me tonight

Somewhere out there, someone’s saying a prayer
That we’ll find one another, in that big somewhere out there

And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing, on the same bright star

And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we’re sleeping, underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there, if love can see us through
Then we’ll be together, somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true

And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star

And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we’re sleeping, underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there, if love can see us through
Then we’ll be together, somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true

Songwriters
HORNER, JAMES / MANN, BARRY / WEIL, CYNTHIA

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