Yesterday was a “meh” post day for me – a cute puppy and an attempt at a witty daily word prompt.
The good thing about a “meh” post is thinking about it.
So, today, learning the new prompt, I thought more about puppies and remembered something. Something I was told and continue to love.
A few weeks after a friend’s beloved dog died, he had a dream. In the dream, “Max,” Ethan’s Cocker Spaniel, came to visit and spoke to him.
Ethan said, “Max, I didn’t know you could talk.”
“Of course we can,” he said. “We’re just not supposed to show it.”
“Well, what do you do all day?” Ethan asked.
“Oh, I sit at the feet of God.”
Ethan said, “What does that feel like?”
“Well, you know how when you yawn and, when the yawn’s over, how good it feels? It’s like that.”
I love this dream.
So I wonder if the God in Ethan’s dream is surrounded by a zoo of deceased and beloved pets, all yawning with contentment. I hope so. It’s a beautiful image.
Thinking of you sweet Lizzy and Luther.