All Dogs Go To Heaven
“The time has come I think you know
the Lord is calling so I must go
I love you so much; I wish it wasn’t so
I wish I could stay; I don’t want to goYou’re the best family a dog ever had
so kind and gentle never mean or mad
I’ll never forget the day that we met
I was so lucky to become your petYou opened your door and showed me your heart
I’ll never forget you; we’ll never part
You loved me and cared for me over the years
you taught me everything and took away my fearsThe Lord is calling now I must go
but before I go I want you to know
I know it hurts to lose a friend
but I’ll always be with you even to the end— Time To Go by John Quealy (thanks, Matt!)
Sometime in early 90′s, a relative gave me a puppy. A black little mutt, said to be a German Shepherd mix. Her name is Mimi and she’s been my dog and my friend ever since.
Nobody in the house remember how old she is. Yes, I know we’ve never celebrated her birthday. Everybody seems to be getting busy with their own life, and the real date got forgotten. My mom says she’s 18 years old. I remember the day I got the dog was when I was in junior high, which was started in 1991. So it’s probably true. Whatever her age is, this dog is way older than any dog I’ve ever met.
I’ve always heard people said that a dog’s age is four times of human’s. If it’s true then she’s older than my parents. She’s a grandmother who has seen her puppy and grandpuppy passed away before her. She’s that old.
Several days ago, she got sick. Being that old, she probably can’t stand the recent cold and harsh weather in Bandung. Soon she can’t move her hind legs. Then her whole body. Last night she can’t even drink.
Today, she’s gone.
My wife and I have always believe in dogs. That dogs are human’s best friend. If you have one, you will probably understand me. She’s always there when I needed a friend. When I’m sad or happy, she’s always be around. I grew up with dogs. I have always been a fan of Charles M. Schulz and Elliott Erwitt. I’m a dog person.
My wife says that Mimi was the most patient dog she’s ever met. That she’s always been good and loyal to me and the family. She demands nothing more than our love for her.
Goodbye, my friend. I’m sorry that you can’t live long enough to see our upcoming first child. We’re going to miss you, your bark and you being naughty, but we also believe that all dogs go to Heaven. So you’re going to be just fine.
“To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring – it was peace” — Milan Kundera