Conservative Roman Catholic
theology says animals cannot go to heaven because they have no souls, but Pope
Francis appears to have kindled a new debate on whether there is a place for
them in the afterlife.
During a weekly general audience
at the Vatican last month, the
Pope sought to comfort a grief-stricken little boy whose dog had died
saying, “One day, we will see our animals again in the eternity of Christ.
Paradise is open to all of God’s creatures.”
The Humane Society of the United
States says it has been flooded with e-mails. If Francis does, in fact, believe
animals have souls, "Then we ought to seriously consider how we treat them. We have to admit that these are sentient
beings, and they mean something to God," said Christine Gutleben, Senior
Director of Faith Outreach for that organization.
I have owned many dogs in my
life. I remember years ago when my
little Pekingese “Chubby” passed away it took me three years before I welcomed
another dog into my life.
My best friend emailed me to say
that someone she worked with had a dog that needed to be adopted. The dog belonged to an elderly man who was
having difficulty taking care of her.
Attached to the email were three pictures of her. My friend was concerned that she might be intruding,
but knew that I needed someone to polish the rust from my heart.
I contacted the person and made
an appointment to come and see the dog.
When I arrived at his home the man said the dog had belonged to his
father. He led me to the back door where
I saw a fluffy dog with feet as big as plates and a face to die for. It was love at first sight. The man said “Duchess” was ten years
old. I said I didn’t care. I wanted to take “Duchess” home. He gave me her leash, a bag of dog food and
all her papers. He refused to take any
money for her.
“Duchess” was part of my life for
four years. I came home one night after
work to find her in the bathroom. She
seemed disoriented. I managed to help her get her bearings and let her out to do what dogs do.
When she did not come to the door
to come back in, I went outside to look for her. I called her name and she came. I opened the door for her come in but she had
great difficulty climbing the three steps so I helped her up.
I gave her some fresh water and
put down her food. She ate and drank a
little and laid down next to me on the floor.
I fell asleep on the couch only to be awakened by her barking in the
bedroom. I went to her and found her
walking around in circles.
I was frightened and called the
emergency animal hospital to let them know I was on my way. After I hung up the phone, I knew in my heart
that she was dying. I immediately called
a veterinarian who made house calls. I
didn’t want her to be frightened by being placed on a cold metal table facing a
stranger in her final moments of life.
While I waited, I laid on the
floor with her stoking her fluffy fur and telling her repeatedly that I loved
her. The look in her eyes is something I
will never forget. She was trusting me
to help her.
When the vet arrived about two
hours later, he examined her and gave me the devastating news that she was full
of tumors.
I asked if he could put her to
sleep. Answering “yes”, he went to his
car and returned with two needles. One
to make her go to sleep and the other to stop her heart. As he gave her the first injection, I placed
her head in my hand and gave her a kiss.
Then came the second injection.
Within moments my pal was gone.
As I write this, memories come
flooding back. I was inconsolable and
somewhere I read a quote that comforted me.
“Gone to fetch the stick that God has thrown; to wag her tail forever
and hear the loving words: Good
dog. Good dog.”
Friar
Jack Wintz believes from the Garden of Eden, to Noah and the Ark there is
evidence of God’s fatherly care for his creatures. "Our God is a God of overflowing love,
goodness, and beauty who is ready to give over everything to those he loves.
Surely the Creator would not suddenly stop loving and caring for the creatures
he had put into existence with so much care!"
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