Ever as a child have your parents tell you that your favorite pup, gerbil, cat or goldfish was happy in Heaven with God and is in Animal Heaven?.... Well as a child I rather liked the idea and since I am a God believer, I like the idea as an adult. I mean, how can these animals, that you care for and love and have great personalities, be forgotten in the afterlife? So if this is true (to my belief) for pets, then it should be true for all animals. When I was a kid, if I saw an animal on the side of the road I would whisper "God bless you" and it made me feel like someone remembered. I still do it as an adult. Some think it weird...but I don't care.
So point is...
Michael and I bought a house last year and loved the fact that it backed up to a goat and sheep farm. The sheep are prudish and never come to say hi...but the goats were a different story. They were awesome! We had 3 in particular that we liked. So my son and I named them. There was Gruff, Bear and Rosie. Our favorite, Rosie, when she heard her name being called, she would come from 3 fields over and say hello and we would always have fruit from our trees waiting for them. Well we learned that the goats were being raised for food and I told the farmer that I would pay for Rosie to buy her should her # be called. He laughed and agreed, but promised that Rosie was a breeding goat and he would never get rid of her. Well one day all the goats disappeared. For 4 months they have been gone. I have been deeply saddened. Well I ran into the farmer's wife and she said a disease hit the barn and one of the goats got really sick. Even though the others were unaffected, all the goats had to go to the butcher. My heart broke. I couldn't imagine someone eating my little Rosie and her friends. They had no idea what a great goat she was!
Well I tried to make peace with it, and I came up with this. If we hadn't of moved there, Rosie wouldn't of been Rosie, she would have been a goat. No one would have singled her out and given her fresh fruit every day. She wouldn't have gotten ear and under chin rubs. She would have been another goat on another farm. So at least she got to know love before she knew death.
Good Night Rosie...we know you are in heaven, but we will miss you!