Wolfie has gone on to be with the LORD. That's what I think anyway: that as surely as Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes, so Wolfgang rests in the arms of Jesus.
Oh sure. I can hear some of you saying, "But dogs don't have souls." Well neither do angels.
And as God cares for the least of his creatures, not allowing a little sparrow to fall to the ground without his knowledge and consent, so it is (I believe) that the new heaven and new earth will be filled with all those things of his making (dinosaurs too, maybe though they will all be herbivorous).
Wolfie was a fine pup, rarely ever barking but singing in the tradition of his ancestors, a mellifluous howl (if indeed you would call it howling).
He was a friend to all who made his acquaintance, barring the occasional squirrel or cat who strayed onto his territory.
He was a handsome dog, his blue eyes putting those of Sinatra or Newman to shame. He had a fine fur coat which only gave trouble in the summer when he would molt (or whatever it is that huskies do). And even in that, the copious quantities of white fur scattered across the back yard brought back fond memories of Arkansas' cotton fields in autumn, after the pickers had gone through.
He was a fine friend and wonderful companion and I will miss him.
So now, our Heavenly Father has gathered to the himself the best (by popular acclaim) biscuit maker ever, and yesterday the best (in my opinion) doggie a boy could have.
Paul writes that "to live is Christ and to die is gain."
That leaves me to wonder what heaven might gain by my entrance there. Perhaps a nutty companion. But scripture seems to be full of that sort of guy (I'm looking at you, Jonah!).
We will see. I only know I'm bound there, as I hope and pray you all are,
