Golden

Saturday we had to put to sleep one of our dogs, Morgan.  She was my sister's dog really, but we all loved her and it was very sad to see her go.  As I watched her breathe her last breathe I thought to myself, "I don't care what all the theologians say, I know I'll see Morgan again".  I can't find anything in the Bible that denies this and if you have, please keep it to yourself, because I'm happy in my denial. 

Morgan was a faithful yellow lab who at the age of 10 had her body ravaged by an auto immune disease.  Her immune system was attacking her.  She fought it for a few months, but eventually her body defeated her body.  As we put her to sleep, my mind flashed back to her glory days, the days before we lived here in NY.  Morgan was a sea dog, through and through.  In MA we lived on a pond and she swam in it every day from April to September, looking crazily for the sun fish that darted in between her legs.  At the ocean her powerful muscles defeated the harsh New England waves and leisurely basked on the baking shore.  She moved with us 3 times and adjusted every time, always finding some sort of body of water to drench herself in whether a stream or a swamp.  Her heart was with water, and with her family.

Ok, I've babbled enough, here's the picture:

  

Gold like the scales of little fish she used to catch

Gold as the sand she used to dig and scratch

Gold as the sun that warmed her as she passed,

A blur of gold in the blue water, the white snow, the emerald grass

Refined and gleaming from the start

Morgan, with her golden coat, golden eyes, and warm golden heart