They go to work among the clouds, as there is plan for everything…
WHAT HAPPENS TO WESTIES WHEN THEY DIE?
A wise mom told her children a bedtime story as they were not settling down nor ready for sleep.
You see their Westie had died that day, so there were lots of tears and fears that hole in their fabric of life would never be filled again and that hole would be there forever. That feeling of loss was way too real and painful. That space where he used to sleep during the day is now empty. Those little shadows of where he would sit watching the squirrels outside seem so real. That empty water bowl that does not need filling. Those toys that will no longer be played with. That dog bed, that collar and that lead that have no warm body to fill. When you close your eyes those happy images quickly comes to mind. The one you see is looking at you wagging that carrot tail with bright eyes and a happy face. Your eyes open and the image melts away as the memory of the loss comes quickly back to you. Your eyes water on the pain…..
All empty of that special little Westie who is just… gone.
She told them not to cry but to remember “that there is a plan for everything….“
When Westies die, they are really just being called up for their next big job, to help with a large problem that requires special assistance. These older wiser Westies are selected because they are the best little hunters and God needs a little help with a problem… A problem among the clouds.
The problem is rodents, and there are a lot of them running around eating all the good stuff in heaven. You see God, has an infestation of squirrels, rats, and rabbits and he needs your little guys’/girl’s help in getting it under control. So he calls up only the best and special Westies who can spot them and chase way that problem so everyone can enjoy the clouds.
So, when Westies get old and pass on, they want you to remember that they are running around, restored to health once again, with a large pack of their Westie friends. All of them zipping back and forth with their tails up, tongues out, fur a flying as they bound up down through the puffs and folds of clouds, chasing rabbits, rats and squirrels across the heavens. They are having such a grand time while they wait for you to join them many many years from now, which for them, is just a blink of an eye. Then you will see them once again, look into their eyes made bright again, touch their warm bodies, stroke their fur, feel that cold nose, and hear that sigh of contentment once again, as you both lay among those same clouds, together once again….FOREVER.
- Westie Rescue © 2020
Fergus on the run…..