I wasn’t home when this happened. I feel bad. RIP King.

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December 16, 2010 / A Farewell To The King

Where do dogs go when they die? Since King’s recent death, this question has been at the back of my mind. It was so sudden that until now, we still find ourselves crying over it. Some of you might not understand but really, it’s as painful as losing a best friend. Get a dog and you will. 

It happened last Thursday. It was nearly 5 am and I’m in the bathroom, taking a bath. Then my Mom knocked on the door and said with a shaky voice, “Patay na si King.” I thought she was joking. I came out anyway and found my Mom and Ran crying. I looked out in the garage and saw him lying there, not moving an inch. That was my last sight of him. When I got home at twelve, he was already buried and I was only greeted by Cola’s loud barks. No more King. It felt very different.

I just googled ‘Where do dogs go when they die’ as if the internet could answer my question. I found a poem though.

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together…. 

I’ve never wanted a heaven so badly. I can only wish.

We love you, King.