A man and his dog were walking along a country road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when suddenly
it occurred to him he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where
the road was leading them.
After a while they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble.
At the top of a long hill it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing
before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to
the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer saw a man in
a white robe standing just inside.
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"I thought so...", mused the man, "Perhaps I can come in? I've been walking a long time."
"Of course, sir. Come right in and rest," said the gatekeeper.
The man thought for a moment and looked down at his dog. "Can my friend come too?" he asked.
"I'm sorry sir, we don't allow pets here." stated the gatekeeper. The man thought for just a moment and
then turned back down the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a rusted
farm gate. There was a ramshackle barbed wire fence surrounding the farm, and the lowing of cattle and
baa'ing of sheep could be heard. A few old farm dogs lifted their heads to eye over the visitors. As he
approached the gate, he saw a man leading against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"
The old farmer nodded his head, and pointed to an old fasioned hand pump.
"How about my friend here?" the weary traveler asked, scratching his dog behind the ear.
This time the old farmer looked up and said, "Of course, there is a bowl by the pump."
Sure enough there was a old bucket leaning against the pump. The traveler filled the water bowl and took
a long drink of the sweetest water he had ever tasted. He filled the bowl and gave it to his dog. When
they were both full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was leaning against the tree.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered.
"Well thats confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope, that's Hell."
Stunned, the man asked, "Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No, the old farmer replied. "We're just happy they screen out the folks who would leave their best
friends behind."
it occurred to him he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where
the road was leading them.
After a while they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble.
At the top of a long hill it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing
before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to
the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer saw a man in
a white robe standing just inside.
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"I thought so...", mused the man, "Perhaps I can come in? I've been walking a long time."
"Of course, sir. Come right in and rest," said the gatekeeper.
The man thought for a moment and looked down at his dog. "Can my friend come too?" he asked.
"I'm sorry sir, we don't allow pets here." stated the gatekeeper. The man thought for just a moment and
then turned back down the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a rusted
farm gate. There was a ramshackle barbed wire fence surrounding the farm, and the lowing of cattle and
baa'ing of sheep could be heard. A few old farm dogs lifted their heads to eye over the visitors. As he
approached the gate, he saw a man leading against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"
The old farmer nodded his head, and pointed to an old fasioned hand pump.
"How about my friend here?" the weary traveler asked, scratching his dog behind the ear.
This time the old farmer looked up and said, "Of course, there is a bowl by the pump."
Sure enough there was a old bucket leaning against the pump. The traveler filled the water bowl and took
a long drink of the sweetest water he had ever tasted. He filled the bowl and gave it to his dog. When
they were both full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was leaning against the tree.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered.
"Well thats confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope, that's Hell."
Stunned, the man asked, "Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No, the old farmer replied. "We're just happy they screen out the folks who would leave their best
friends behind."
Heaven- A Memorial Page
| Enter the Gates of the Rainbow Bridge... Together we light a candle of peace for our fur children waiting for us... |
Toula was a beloved Schipperke
companion of many years to her human
mom. She gave her much comfort and
love in her life here on earth which was
cut much too short by inoperable
spleenic cancer. Toula, you will be
joining our other friends at the bridge,
and we know you'll be waiting for
mom when she comes to bring you
home with her.
We miss you Toula!
companion of many years to her human
mom. She gave her much comfort and
love in her life here on earth which was
cut much too short by inoperable
spleenic cancer. Toula, you will be
joining our other friends at the bridge,
and we know you'll be waiting for
mom when she comes to bring you
home with her.
We miss you Toula!
For a nominal donation of 10$ which
helps fund this website and rescue
efforts we will be happy to post a
photo and story about your lost but not
forgotten pets. This page will act as a
living memorial which you may visit
as often as you like.
helps fund this website and rescue
efforts we will be happy to post a
photo and story about your lost but not
forgotten pets. This page will act as a
living memorial which you may visit
as often as you like.
Darby was a cherished companion for 15 years. We never knew what
breed mix she was, and no matter how much we asked her, she never
revealed her parentage! Darby was rescued from a Garage Sale/Fry bread
taco sale. She was always there for Carolyn, who misses her dearly.
Darby helped her through very tough times. She was helped to the bridge
after a long battle with lymphoma in May of 2009.
breed mix she was, and no matter how much we asked her, she never
revealed her parentage! Darby was rescued from a Garage Sale/Fry bread
taco sale. She was always there for Carolyn, who misses her dearly.
Darby helped her through very tough times. She was helped to the bridge
after a long battle with lymphoma in May of 2009.