I believe heaven is for real, and our precious pets go there when they die. There, they wait for us, and may occasionally pay a pop-in visit back in our world. Just to be sure we’re doing well without them.
The topic of heaven and our pets always makes my head spin. I truly hope that one day I will be reunited with all of the pets I’ve loved and lost in my lifetime. But what if heaven has a limit of some sort, and we’re only allowed one pet to keep us company for all eternity. Which of your beloved pets would you choose, and why, is the topic of this article.
Personally, I’m undecided. All of my pets have been special in different ways. There are a few who have gone above and beyond the love most pet owner have had the pleasure of experiencing. So I choose to introduce you to a few of my most loved over the years.
Sealy came to us as a seriously injured cat. His stories are all listed on PoC, and it’s been a long struggle to get him healthy. Sealy is one of my all time favorite cats because he makes me feel needed. This sweet former feral has progressed beyond all of my expectations and become a lap cat. His favorite past time is to lay with his head against my shoulder, where he can rub the top of his head under my chin. Sealy will snuggle up and take a nap there. He makes me feel needed. Like I’m the most important person in his world.
Although Tramp died in 1993, I still have very strong emotions when I think of him. We rescued this flea-covered baby from a ditch across from my home. Unfortunately, he had distemper, but we pulled him through. Tramp had lived as an indoor cat after his rescue. We protected him from dangers from the outside world, but we couldn’t save him from FIP. He died at 8 months old. I still recall him riding on my leg as I toted him from town to town when I traveled. And the pain is still there as I syringe fed him in the days before his death, knowing I was fighting a losing battle.
I saved Dreyfuss for last, because if I could only choose one pet, it would be very hard for me not to choose Dreyfuss. He chose me the day I met him as a pup in the back of a pickup truck in a convenience store parking lot. I was blessed to have Dreyfuss with me for more than 12 years. That’s old in boxer years, and other than a bit of arthritis and cardiomyopathy, he was healthy his entire life.
Dreyfuss was special, because he was a service dog with the ability to predict a seizure or sleep apnea before they hit. Dreyfuss was there to pull me up from the bed after my hysterectomy in 2006 when I was left with a 12 inch stapled incision. He knew how to come to me and I’d place both hands on his head and push up. Dreyfuss was also there for me as I got out of a dangerous relationship. He was trained to come to my side at the click of my fingers, and to attack anyone who meant me harm. He was thoughtful until the end, when on that day he waited for me to arrive home from work before he died by my side. Dreyfuss was the pet of my soul, meaning no other animal ever can take his place.
I lost one of the greatest loves of my life last summer to a hit and run. James loved Dreyfuss almost as much as I did. He’d take Dreyfuss to visit friends, where he could run and play in the country. I like to think Dreyfuss was waiting for him at the end of the Rainbow Bridge, and that they’ll be the first faces I see when my time comes.
I’ve chosen some cats while not choosing others for a reason. Many of my cats would simply be happier playing on the bridge, whether or not we were together. In Sealy and Tramps lives, they’ve needed me. With Dreyfuss, I needed him. And Furby has already told me he plans to rejoin Spot on the bridge when his time comes. I’ve learned over the years that what Furby wants, Furby gets.
Who is the pet of your soul?
I realize the older we get, the more pets we have given a piece of our heart to. If you had to choose, which pet do you look forward to seeing most, or spending eternity by your side? Please leave a comment, and a photo if you have one.