I felt her leave.
It was something I'd never experienced before last week, despite having lost many people dear to me over the years. I hadn't been there for those moments where life moves into death and the spirit departs.
Bearing witness to her homegoing was profoundly sacred. I felt honored to be with her in that holy place, to tell her how much we loved her and how much joy she had brought to all who knew her, to tell her not to worry and that it was okay to go to the place where the pain would be gone and she could run and swim and play again.
"Say hi to everybody for us," I whispered into her velvety ear. "We love you."
Sitting there on the floor, next to Genevieve's great pillow, each with a hand on her body, her uncle offered a spontaneous prayer thanking the Creator for making such a marvelously sweet, patient and loyal friend and for blessing our lives with her company.
Rarely have I felt a more holy moment.
Genevieve was about 10 years old when she passed.
A beautiful blonde with huge, soulful brown eyes, she was a consummate swimmer -- taking daily dips in the ocean near here home here in southern California. How appropriate that one translation of her name means "white wave."
Surely she was a white wave of devotion, a constant companion and loving guardian to her adoptive family of four.
Genevieve also happened to have been a dog, a golden Labrador.
Reflecting on what transpired in the moments before and after her death, she seemed like so much more than "just" a dog. She was, like her eyes, soulful. C.S Lewis pondered aloud about such "soulish" creatures and whether they, like us, live on in the hereafter.
Genevieve wasn't my dog. She belonged to a family that my family counts among our dearest friends in the world. Sadly, when G, as she was known, fell ill, her family was out of the country and couldn't make it back in time for her homegoing.
When I say it was an honor to be with G at the end, it truly was that. I felt I was standing in proxy for her family who couldn't be there physically but who were praying for her from so many miles away.
"There is no distance in the spirit," I thought, stroking G's thick, butterscotch-colored coat. "They're here, too."
It feels crass to refer to such soulish animals as "pets" and their families as "masters." No wonder St. Francis of Assisi referred to animals as his "sisters and brothers."
Some of the more jaded or theologically stuffy among us might find it the height of absurdity to be talking about the death of a dog in such sacred terms. But I was there and I know what happened.
God was in that room, too. God's spirit gave that dog life and when it was time to move on to her eternal rest, the spirit left G's body and she -- the essential thing that made Genevieve herself -- was gone. I call that her spirit.
Do dogs go to heaven? When my 10-year-old son asked me that earlier this week, I said yes. "G is in heaven, honey," I told him. Despite a general uneasiness around dogs -- especially big dogs -- he adored G. She was special. Careful. Grace-filled.
I love the answer Billy Graham gave when asked a similar question about dogs and the hereafter some years ago: "God will prepare everything for our perfect happiness in heaven, and if it takes my dog being there, I believe he'll be there"
Do animals have spirits that live on after death, like humans do? I think so, yes.
Jesus came to redeem the world entire and that, in my mind, means everybody and every thing. So why not the four-legged creations sent as our companions?
Even Martin Luther seemed to think so and I'm not going to argue theology with the father of the Reformation.
"Be thou comforted, little dog," Luther said. "Thou too in Resurrection shall have a little golden tail."
Amen.
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And NO meat eaters allowed!!!
Don't get me wrong: I eat meat - I was raised the daughter of a butcher, my family raised its own food sometimes. I enjoy fishing and there's nothing like killing my own fresh dinner, but that doesn't keep me from believing that there should be respect.
I do not know if animals get Heaven, but I hope so. A friend of mine refers to them as "pure souls." I hope so because of sitautions like the one I heard about at work yesterday. I work at a barn taking care of horses. My bosses were trying to negotiate to rescue a horse to be a paddock-companion to one of our resident throughbreds (who will be losing her paddock-buddy to a move). The got skunked on the deal by a guy who's selling horses to Europe for meat - half die in bad conditions on the way there - and they're generally sold by people who go "My kid doesn't ride him anymore..." After a lifetime of service, that kind of thing is just UNFAIR. And the kind cannot save them all... So, I hope there's Heaven because those poor horses deserve better than they get.
Call it a respect for the flow of nature. I believe in being kind and have developed great bonds with animals, but I know, also, that nature is full of things that eat each other. I know that to some wild animals - I am food. I'm aware of the duality of my nature. I'm "dual" about a lot of things. I applaud those who choose vegitarianism and veganism as a moral choice, but I just don't share it.
IF there are no dogs in Heaven...I'm not going.
It would not be Heaven without all the wonderful companions we've had all our lives. From our first...Ginger to our current Sugar and are newest rescue puppy Coco. I can remember all their names without fail, Thor, Duke, Rowdy, Fred, Solo, Pepe, KuKi, Lilbit, And those who will still come to us in the future and they had ALL better be there or I'm going to where they are.
LIFE IS BETTER WITH A DOG.
our wonderful, loving, companions.
Thank you.