In My Good Death
               ~ Dalia Shevin
I will find myself waist deep in summer grass.  The humming
               shock of golden light.  And I will hear them before I see
Them and know right away who is bounding across the field to meet
               me.   All my good dogs will come then, their wet noses
Bumping against my palms, their hot panting, their rough faithful
               tongues. Their eyes young and shiny again.   The wiry scruff of
their fur, the unspeakable softness of their bellies, their velvet ears
               against my cheeks.  I will bend to them, my face covered with       
their kisses, my hands full of them.  In the grass I will let them knock me down.


"Are there dogs in Heaven? For those who love dogs, it would be the worst form of a lie to call any place where dogs were banned "Paradise." Certainly no loving God would separate people from their canine friends for eternity." -- Stanley Coren, "What Do Dogs Know?"

When a Friend Loses a Pet: Seven Meaningful Do's and Don'ts

Suggestions for other resources?  Please drop me a line: Thank you.