Vilune.’ writes: “My dog, Moly, passed away five weeks ago (9 June). She was 13. I am desperate. I can’t cope with grief and nobody can comfort me… Please, help me to deal with this great loss. I am losing my mind…”
Oh my Holy Spirit! Do You have any words of comfort for this dear pet lover, whose dog died last month?
“Oh, My God! I have this precious bundle yapping at Me to deliver the Good News of its survival of death. I shall translate for Moly:
“Every single thing that you have ever read is true, is true, is true! There is a Heaven here and I have come, specifically, to urge you to settle down for my sake. When you cry, it’s like you are calling me to live with you again. I can’t help it that I died! I was old enough to climb Up Here, wasn’t I? It seems to me that I deserve a rest!
But, I feel sad when you are sad….. just like always!
You will see me again when you get Up Here, so please don’t lose your mind or I will have to fetch it back to you and I’d rather not.
Just be patient with me for leaving you alone….. for running away from you. I didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t refuse to die. You’ll find out someday, too; and then we can have a nice, long bark about it.
So, cheer up and I’ll see you when you arrive on This Side. It’s really sooper-dooper! Whatever you do, “Don’t give up the ship!”
This is your new training course! Shall I put you through your paces, or are you going to learn to heal?”