Sparky

He looked a lot like a little red fox, but actually he was a Pembroke Welsh Corgi. His name was Sparky. Last night, Sparky died. He went inside the covered porch, laid down and died. He was my granddaughters dog, but he belonged to the whole family.

I looked out for him and Walter J, the other dog, when the kids were away. And, about twice per week, I took him treats - left over meat scraps or rice. We are all saddened by this unexpected loss and we will miss him.

In my lifetime I have lost several pets. It’s part of life’s learning process, but you never get used to it. For those that have lost pets, you understand and for those that have not, you’ve missed an important part of life. No one can truly explain the bond between humans and animals, but it is there. I can say without doubt that no other creature on this earth is as loyal and loves as much as a dog. Their love is unconditional. And, they are the only creature that I have encountered that loves you more than they do themselves.

I don’t know if all good dogs go to heaven, but I do understand what Will Rogers meant when he said, "If there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die, I want to go where they went."

Watch for me Sparky. I’ll bring you a treat.

PMO
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