Yesterday a dear friend told me his dog, Otis, went hunting and never came back. Surprisingly, I handled the news with calmness and the first thing I said was, "can we call for him now?" It was sad, thinking he was so suddenly and rudely snatched away from our lives and there was no calling him back. I wonder if Otis is in Heaven. Death is still such a weird thing for me to comprehend.
Here is Otis enjoying life:
So long: now you soar with a lighter, stronger soul. I love you little guy for opening my heart to infinity and to cry.
p.s. I also wrote about Otis here: http://sharonunlimited.blogspot.com/2014/03/still-winter.html