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344 pages, Paperback
First published November 5, 2014
Hold on. Wait a second. Let me back up just a tad. For your information, I’m dead. Although I speak of myself, make no mistakes. I died this day. This story will tell you a tale about my dog and my husband and the two going on a journey in order to come to terms with my death. It’s their story. Through my eyes, ears, nose, fingers, tongue and mind you’ll get a sense of me, of course-an infusion of me, but I’m just the storyteller here. Make no mistakes.
I wished for something happier and popcorn popped into my mind. When it did Voila! A big butter cardboard bucket of it, the kind you get at the movies, popped down right in front of us. Fawn dove her face right in and made a few kernels sprinkle out around the bucket. I picked those up and shoved them into my mouth. Blissful oily oozing butter coated my lips and tongue and it was like the best popcorn I’d ever tasted in the whole entire world, ever. Fawn’s eyes got so big after eating some that I thought they might explode right there and then, out of her head.
Now I understand-when you die on earth with someone, you awaken with them in your renewed blissful state. Death didn’t mean the same thing on this side. I felt no sadness, regrets, no pain.
Poor Rod. I felt a wave of pain sweep across my body and spin me around. Fawn followed me, nudging me around in circles. She felt my pain too. Rod’s pain.
I felt terribly guilty and began to cry. Soft rose petals fell out of my eyes and tumbled around me. “I’m sorry, ” I called out to Him {God} and then as if forgiven right then and there, Fawn appeared.