…Is that we outlive them. Even we folks living at The Hotel Melanoma. And we’re supposed to. But we never really lose them, because they will always be present in our hearts. And in Jordie’s case, at least a little bit of that lovely, curly coat will always be present in the backseat of my Subaru, evoking fond memories of mountain hikes gone by and the unmistakable scent of a wet golden retriever.
I was blessed with the best canine therapist I could ever have hoped for, and I believe that someday we’ll meet again. But not yet.
To the tune of Eric Clapton’s “Tears In Heaven”…
Will you know my name
When I see you in heaven?
Will it be the same
When I see you in heaven?
I must be strong
And carry on,
'Cause I know I don't belong
There in heaven.
Will you hold my hand
When I see you in heaven?
Will you help me stand
When I see you in heaven?
I'll find my way
Through night and day,
'Cause I know it’s not my day
There in heaven.
Time can bring you down,
Time can bend your knees.
Time can break your heart,
Have you begging please, begging please.
Beyond the door,
There's peace I'm sure,
And I know there'll be no more
Tears in heaven.
Will you know my name
When I see you in heaven?
Will it be the same
When I see you in heaven?
I must be strong
And carry on,
'Cause I know I don't belong
There in heaven.
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