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After a car accident, the man found himself not in his car, but instead walking down a long road, paved with shimmering bricks. Beside him walked his dog, a beautiful golden retriever with a glistening coat. The dog wasn't limping anymore, her hip problems obviously not bothering her anymore.
Soon he walked up to a shining gate. A man stood there in robes and said, "Welcome, come right in."
The man said, "Come on, girl," and slapped the side of his left leg to signal her to heel.
But the robed man said, "Uh, I'm sorry, but she's not allowed in here."
The man looked ath the robed figure, then down at his dog, and shook his head. "Then neither am I."
Spying a dirt road leading away from the one paved in bricks of gold, he took it instead. He walked calmly through the rolling hills and beautiful countryside until he came upon a wooden fence of split rails. Spying a gate, he walked to it, opened it, said, "Come on, girl," and entered. He noticed a pump handle, and though he'd never even seen one before, he pumped it and water spilled out in a trough. He took a nearby cup and drank from it as his dog lapped at the water.
As he sat he heard a noise, and looking up he noticed his wife, dead now ten years, walking up, surrounded by several of their prior dogs. She walked up and sat down beside him. He reached over and gave her a big hug, then took time to pet each of the dogs with her.
Finally she said, "I see you found the right place. So many people get fooled by that other place with the fancy gates."
The man said, "Couldn't fool me. Any place where they don't allow dogs can't be Heaven, so it had to be something else. I'm glad I was right."
And the man and woman sat by the pump, together again at last, while the dogs ran, and played, and chased rabbits they could never catch.
Soon he walked up to a shining gate. A man stood there in robes and said, "Welcome, come right in."
The man said, "Come on, girl," and slapped the side of his left leg to signal her to heel.
But the robed man said, "Uh, I'm sorry, but she's not allowed in here."
The man looked ath the robed figure, then down at his dog, and shook his head. "Then neither am I."
Spying a dirt road leading away from the one paved in bricks of gold, he took it instead. He walked calmly through the rolling hills and beautiful countryside until he came upon a wooden fence of split rails. Spying a gate, he walked to it, opened it, said, "Come on, girl," and entered. He noticed a pump handle, and though he'd never even seen one before, he pumped it and water spilled out in a trough. He took a nearby cup and drank from it as his dog lapped at the water.
As he sat he heard a noise, and looking up he noticed his wife, dead now ten years, walking up, surrounded by several of their prior dogs. She walked up and sat down beside him. He reached over and gave her a big hug, then took time to pet each of the dogs with her.
Finally she said, "I see you found the right place. So many people get fooled by that other place with the fancy gates."
The man said, "Couldn't fool me. Any place where they don't allow dogs can't be Heaven, so it had to be something else. I'm glad I was right."
And the man and woman sat by the pump, together again at last, while the dogs ran, and played, and chased rabbits they could never catch.
