Aftermath: Dispatches to Doggy Heaven

Dear A.J. (Feb. 18, 2021):

It's been two weeks - two tough weeks -- since you have been gone. I want to apologize for not writing sooner, I chose to communicate in my tearful thoughts. As Candy and I told you over and over that day we were with you in your final moments in the vet's office, you are loved beyond this world. We know you are in a better place, We watched Dr. Stephanie send you into that deep, deep sleep as she assured you (and us) that you would regain your hearing, your sight and your ability to run and play. It was a surreal moment for us, but we let you go. We dream about your afterlife. We hope it is pain free and full of good.

Since that day, we chose to carry you with us in the ashes from cremation, a cast of your paw print and a tiny bag of your fur. It is a terribly poor substitute. We will honor you as soon as this frigid weather ends and the snow melts. Not sure where exactly, but we will make sure you will be one with as many places as we can visit, places you became so familiar with over your life here with us. Or maybe it will be one special place. No matter where, it will be equally difficult to let you go a second time.

It is impossible to think that any other pet could replace you, but you have showed us that love can be healing, so eventually we will try to provide a good home for someone. Life does go on, even if it is less of a life without you.

I will write again. In the meantime, try to dream a little dream and I will as well. Maybe we can meet there.

Love,

Dad