I can't type because I'm crying too. (There should be a warning page before you get to CV. People here are always making me cry.) I cried for months when my little white hamster, Squishball, died in 2007. I can't imagine what I will do when Tramp, our 12 yr old border collie/ shepherd mutt goes. He's my other kid; the one with the tail. He is a couch potato and so gentle he wouldn't bite his own fleas. He saved my youngest son's life nine years ago, his older brothers' lives too, I think. They would have gotten injured, but Xander was only
three. The neighbor's sharpie/ chow (twice as big as Tramp) slipped his chain and attacked the kids who were outside playing in our front yard. Tramp broke
through the storm door and tore that other dog to shreds. There wasn't a mark on any of the kids, or Tramp, but there was blood all over the place. The neighbors took the dog straight to the pound. I brought the kids in and cleaned them up. And Tramp went back to sleeping on the sofa.
I read a wonderful story about a little girl dealing with her dog's death and what God did about it. I can't copy and paste it, but grab a box of Kleenex and read this.
snopes.com: Letter from God about Abbey (Dead Dog)
I'm glad we are going to have a mansion in Heaven. We're going to need a lot of room for all the dogs, and cats, and hamsters, and rats, and mice, and bunnies, and goldfish, and hermit crabs that we have loved and who loved us back. God said all good things will be in Heaven. That means our pets will be there.
I haven't seen this one. But I have heard Dr. Van Impe talk about how he prayed on his knees for God to heal his beloved little kitty - He did, and Jacks kitty is all better and fourteen years old now. I am sure it is a good video.
https://ww2.micahtek.com/nexolive/nShop_Detail.cfm?CFID=28077996&CFTOKEN=11338973
Be well,
~A