A friend said something lovely about Dana being in the doggy equivalent of heaven, because she had lived in wonderful places and enjoyed constant outings to beaches, rivers, forests and glens. It helped a lot. I have often been asked by children what happens to their pets when they died, and I always tried to be honest and to say things like “Could you imagine heaven without your favourite pet?” That usually sufficed. Although I am far from being a child, (and hopefully, far from my second childhood), I still am comforted by the same thoughts.
I am tempted to write that in the grand scheme of things the life of a dog is not all that great, as if to apologise for my tears, but I would be wrong so to do. All Our Losses, All Our Griefs was a set book on my divinity degree course, and it taught that all the losses we experience in life help to prepare us for the ultimate loss. We just have to be willing to allow ourselves to grieve and to learn.