My parents have a strange behavior of animals. The animals must stay out: "Why … are … animals!" He said. I think it was the habitual attitude of parents in my youth. But I do not agree.

I never understood that, because for me it's not just the animals, my pets, my cat or dog, my friends, who never said or thought, "No" or anger at me for not doing what they wanted. If you do not like too much, nature lovers, or simply fleda tree or simply out of reach. But she always came back. I've always been my furry friend. They let me pet and snuggled into my lap, so I'm still quite long enough.

I learned a lot about the lives of my animals. They taught me about trust and honesty and fairness. I could tell them my deepest feelings and would never say. They are reliable and protect me, if another dog or a cat, trampling our property. My dogs chasestrange dog whistle away and my cat and growl when the intruder came too close. To me, they were not "pets". They were friends.

Have an adult, the recognition that I am not my parents, even if I loved him very much … new freedom of choice, I had the opportunity to make my own rules. And I did.

Over the years, my children accumulated in many pets, dogs, cats, hamsters, turtles, fish and even white rats, eek! (I had to put up a good motherCreatures.) We have all seen that they were cannibals, but do not want to go.

We put the dogs really smart and cute cats and evil, selfish, arrogant cats. Some died and were buried in the course of wherever we live here. They had the "last rites", and my kids are definitely going to heaven.

These children have parents and have specific needs and several dogs and cats share their favorite, had cats, homeDogs.

Sometimes the dogs have come to visit the home of her grandmother walked as their human parents a few days and needed someone to love and care for their needs. Dogs, because I say so, my cat, Tiger tolerates no other cat in this house.

Two of my favorite Grand-dogs were kept with great humility and respect when you enter at this level, because Tiger is required, as a guard ready to defend her gun in hand, not all entries allowed.

Have learnedNow that Tiger is in charge here. Ribsey, PET, Gerald my son and the family was large, unusual looking dog that was in him a black eye and one brown. It 'was a cross between a terrier and a big Husky. Had long hair, coarse and curly. It weighed about 65 pounds. Alienation is its charm. It was sweet and loving and loved by all who knew her. My first attempt at friendship with the Tigers led to a scratched nose and a cry. Which will soon be followed by ainteresting approach to protect themselves. From this point of Ribsey never succeeded in the eye of the tiger to look again. When they met each other, turned his head in a way that seemed stuck, and even comical. After several days of co-existing, Tiger lets him in the same room and not whistle and be with his dinghy. Ribsey has tried to be gentle with their natural desire, but said he had received a scratch on his nose … Was not to be left behind.

Ribseyspent many years as a member of their family and sometimes visits "grandmother. I always liked because it was a sweet dog.

But how does all the favorites, lasted 14 years. He was diagnosed with Addison's disease in which the body attacks its own organs. The animals are anorexic and lose much weight. For two years IVs her life prolonged, but eventually wins the disease. We all grieve his loss. She was buried with the respect and life continuedon,
Finally, without them.

There was no doubt that Ribsey gone to heaven. He deserved to go to heaven because he was a member of the family.

Another favorite dog was a boxer named Belle Tan. Belle was my youngest son, Joe, the family dog for a number of years, but when she moved into a new apartment, the dogs are allowed. With a heavy, but grateful heart, gave Belle his brother Chris.

Beautiful, sweet, affectionate dog that was, wasright into his new family very quickly and must perform its new High Court a. It 'been a good boy and loved by my grandchildren, and was a joy to have around.

Nice to think that all those who came to the door, a special guest, who had just had. She shook her tail so hard his back, he looked as if he attempts a hula dance contest. I swear she smiled too much. The mouth size of a U. The gum showed, and his eyes sparkled. I loveddogs.

Bell has many years of joy for the family of Chris, but until about 6 months, in their 11 years, started having seizures and was placed in a barbiturate, as the limit. It was slow and heavy and the light was gone from his eyes, even though I tried the old, it was not Belle.

One Sunday, around Christmas, he thought of dying. I have a special trip to church, hoping that I could once again in front of her to see the worldLevel.

He tried to say hello and kind, but with a great effort .. I have not seen.

Last night I had a dream, Belle was my back patio door. Danced around to see her body trembling with joy, and seemed to please come, I said, 'Fine, what are you doing here? " How did you get here? "I wondered if my son knew here. They lived across town. Suddenly, I saw a circle around distant light in the sky seemed to nodfor me …. So I knew what it was. I knew he was dead and I said: "The light is beautiful, come to light." Beautiful to listen, then shaken, ran away.

I woke up later. I thought the dream and I feel like I need to say to my son. Could offer comfort, do not die soon.

Throughout the day went in my mind, again and again. Finally, I called Chris. I asked if Belle was OK. He said, "Mom, we just saidbecause we knew you loved him. We thought we'd say later. We had to rest. "

I asked, "When?"

He said: "The weekend of the new year."

I said: "I thought I left because I had this dream last night."

I told him the dream.

He said: "It gives me the chills. I had a dream last night. Belle running and jumping around as if he were still alive. He was happy. I knew he was dead, but the dream I felt good," he said. "Now tell meWhich had almost the same dream. "

I said: "He told me that dogs go to heaven."

"Yes, I am sure that in heaven," he said.

You, dear reader, do not believe it, and maybe you laugh and shake his head, but I have no interest. Belle came and told me he was happy again. I think that's it!

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