Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Widget's Words

Hi World,

I would like to introduce myself. I'm Widget a grief dog, specifically a miniature dachshund. I live with my mistress, sent by her late husband.

You see when a deeply loved person dies and does so to protect the one they love it is very traumatic. I think Jesus came up with the concept, although I think His mother must have suggested the bones of it (no pun intended), for she knew first hand the agony of loss.

My Lady (I call her that because he did) was loved and deeply cared for by her husband. I mean the guy was dotty for her. Bill, that's him, told me about her when he first got to heaven. He was helping St. Pete re hang the pearly gates cause they were off center and squeaked like the very devil (Which wasn't good)

Anyhow I was waiting to be born and watching Bill. I think he really liked that kind of work, but he was really sad. I walked up to him and tugged on his pant leg.

He looked down (I'm kinda short), smiled and patted my head. I asked him how come he was so sad. A single tear fell slowly down his cheek as he said," I love God and am glad to be with Him but, I had to leave my wife, my friend, my lifelong companion and it's hard without her."

I told him she probably missed him too.

"I know she does," he said, "I only wish I could talk to her."

I just sat down, even I knew that was against the rules.

He sat beside me on the marble steps in front of the gates (that now hung perfectly and didn't squeak.) "You know, maybe you could talk to her for me?"

Wait a minute I'm a dog, once I'm born talking isn't my thing. He reached down and patted my head saying, "I know dogs can't talk on earth but I'll give you some signs so she will know I sent you."

Works for me I thought, if Bill loved her so much, she would probably take good care of me too.

~CHECK BACK IN NEXT WEEK AND I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT MEETING BILL'S WIFE~

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