The Nazario Gang has a mansion by the river with a
private beach they share with everyone. They were rewarded for their
pack size and for being good pets. This week the Gang, including my
friends Magoo, Maggie, Mikey, Miguelito, Greta, Willow, Tramp., Capone,
Rascal, Benji, and many of their pre-social networks predecessors,
marched from the mansion, en masse, to Hobo’s Landing. Their mortal
sister Sophie had signaled that she was joining them.
The caravan
of dogs marched together like the Queen’s guard, and as they did, other
angels, some of them friends, others following their instincts, joined
the group, and soon there was a parade of dogs that lasted more than a
mile wide and 100 miles long.
Sophie came into the pack 17 years
ago as a stray. Her cute and feisty personality fit in perfectly with
the large and boisterous pack. She passed in her sleep, choosing not to
have to put her parents through choosing to send their child to the next
world, something Sophie has watched them do too many times.
She
followed the tracks laid down by her siblings, going to the nearest body
of water, floating in it until she reached the River of Life, being
carried by the currents to the Bridge, where she crawled out of the
water. River Song awaited her to help with the transition, which was not
needed. Sophie was prepared for this day; her angels had ensured it.
While
passing over was something the Nazarios were overly familiar with,
despite the number of pets their parents have lost, each one brings its
unique pain and dredges up the buried pain of past losses. The more
times you travel, the road of grief doesn’t make it easier; the path you
follow turns to mud, making each trip through it more arduous. But Mama
Christine will have one other angel walking with her easing her heart.
Before
Sophie could help her mom, she reunited with her pack, some she knew on
the mortal side and others in only dreams, but they were now part of a
heavenly family, and they yipped, jumped, hugged, and licked another
rejoicing in the reunion.
There was a sizeable welcoming dinner,
and all of Sophie’s online friends introduced themselves. Once we were
done, the Nazarios regrouped and, well-fueled, marched back to their
mansion, where they would start rebuilding their mom’s shattered heart
again.
Hopefully, being experienced in heart rebuilding will aid this large pack in their sworn duty.
we hope it really is like that ...
ReplyDeleteGreat tribute for Sophie
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done.
ReplyDeleteHave a woof woof day, Ruby Rose. My best to your mom. ♥
We should be able to make the choice to pass in our sleep ... surely the best way.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Zoolatry...Hugs Cecilia
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