|Our Easter Sunrise over Mahaney Boat launch, near Sharpsville, PA|
The next year, our wonderful Dachshund, Nicky, excited to chase a rabbit, egged on by the hunter, Dan, raced onto Main Street. He survived the collision with the car with a broken hip. The vet place a cast on him after pinning the curved bones.
My mom carried Nicky outside to urinate. Easter Monday, the sun shined brighter this year, the weather warmer, Mom looked down to blood trickling on her house dress. The pins busted loose. My folks thought it best to put Nicky out of his misery and he slept away to Heaven that Monday.
I cried myself to sleep. My dream that night revealed Nicky on a white dais floating in a space, like Heaven. A young child assured good dogs go to Heaven.
That has been affirmed to me through Bible reading and different men of the cloth. Some would disagree. But Heaven is full of joy and what more joy, unconditional love and adoration than a dog's love for his family?
|How my sister saw Nicky|
|But he was a good boy|