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A man and his dog were walking along a road.
The man was enjoying the scenery,
when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years.
He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road.
It looked like fine marble..
At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'
'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.
'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.
'Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'
The man gestured, and the gate began to open. 'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveller asked.
'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed.
There was no fence.
As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book....
'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'
'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'
'How about my friend here?' the traveller gestured to the dog.
'There should be a bowl by the pump,' said the man.
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it..
The traveller filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
'What do you call this place?' the traveller asked.
'This is Heaven,' he answered.
'Well, that's confusing,' the traveller said.
'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'
'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.'
'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'
'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'
Thank you! I would much rather be at the place where pets were permitted. Anywhere I travel!
Joanne
Very good
If i met my cat on the road when I died I would never let him leave him again.
Sherroy wrote: If i met my cat on the road when I died I would never let him leave him again.
Me too Sherroy. I want my pets with me forever. :)
Brenda: that was a great story. Thanks for posting. :hug:
A lovely story! I once chose not to live overseas because i wouldn't leave my pussy cats behind!
Lovely story! And one I can relate to - we've changed countries quite a few times, and I have memories of the "travelling circus"...... like the trip from Belgium to France with two Irish Wolfhounds and a cat in the car, and a few years later, a 10-hour trip from France to Holland with SIX cats, an Irish wolfhound and a Leonberger in the car.............and all the times we've had to search for a rental house where we could have the beasties with us. Life would be awfully empty without our furbabies, wouldn't it?
Maria that toally reminds me of Gerald Durrell and his family! When they were returning to England from Corfu they read what customs had written on their forms after they had got onto the ferry, and, due to the number of animals he had insisted on bringing back with him, they had put 'one travelling circus and staff' much to his mother's horror!
Yes, I love this story! I hope to have quite a menagerie waiting for me someday