I miss Buddy so much. I feel an emptiness now that he is gone. The world has lost something. It seems to be a less special place, its magic is dimmed. I turned to this book, "Dog Heaven" by Cynthia Rylant for solace and it did take away some of the heartache.
Instead of thinking that this sweet, playful soul is no more, it is comforting to think of him returning to the God who made him. I find hope in the idea of him, running in vast green fields, like the ones depicted in the book, completely free and unencumbered by illness, age or fences. He even looks like some of the little white dogs painted in the story.
Rylant not only wrote, but illustrated this book as well. The colors she uses are bold acrylics - bright oranges, reds, yellows and blues...many wonderful hues, to depict an afterlife that is vibrant and happy. There are red apples in a verdant tree, set against an azure sky. It is the springtime of dreams.
According to her, dogs are never alone in this vivid heaven. They frolic with each other and CHILDREN. This caught my attention because my mom and I both agreed that it would have been nice if Buddy had been around children more often. He loved to play with them and lick their faces on walks. They were a mutual admiration society. Kids would come running from front lawns to pet him and his tail would wag with such joyful energy upon greeting them.
So, it's a beautiful thought that they're in heaven with him, especially since I volunteer with seriously ill children at a hospital. I smiled to myself when Rylant wrote about,"children on bikes," because Buddy would spin around in circles and pull on his leash, wanting to chase them, to be with them. Now he can. The sun will never again set on playtime for these two.
The only criticism I have, based on my experience with Buddy, is when the author writes, "And, of course, all God's dogs sit when the angels say 'sit.'Every dog becomes a good dog in Dog Heaven." In all of his 18 years, Buddy had no real use for commands.
If you pointed to your cheek and said, "Give me a kiss," as my brother did, he often would but that's one of the few "commands,"(more like sweet suggestions), that I remember him following. Most often his love and his interaction with us and the world was based on his own choosing. That's how we wanted it. He was 100 percent himself, a feisty Jack Russell terrier with a strong sense of independence, who carried himself as an equal member of our family. I can't imagine that God would do anything to curb that spirited personality.
But something else I especially appreciated about the book was that Rylant wrote, "The dogs in Dog Heaven who have no real homes on Earth are given one in Heaven." This reminds me of all the dogs who do not make it out of animal control and/or live as strays or in abusive situations. I thought of Pam, a gentle black lab mix, who deserved so much better in her time here, than to leave the world at the age of two, given such little chance for someone to claim her. I hope she has found love and caring, that God calls her His own. I would like to hold her close some day.
My arms ache for my beloved Buddy as well. He was such a gift to us. There is the hope, as the book so sweetly illustrates, that we will see each other again. He will raise his head in recognition as I cross the horizon. But for now, I just make myself a promise - to never forget my beautiful little boy.