Dusty had a foretaste of heaven last weekend, when she
bunked in with the rest of us at Kindrochet Lodge on the Atholl Estate.
First and foremost, all of her favourite people were there.
Next, within a few feet of the front door were bushes under
which burrowed many rabbits. At the bottom of the garden, a burn bubbled past,
with sticks strewn round its banks just waiting for me to toss them in to her.
Round the back of the Lodge were some free-roaming sheep.
That required a bit of input from me, but once she’d accepted the stern
admonition that these four legged balls of wool were not there for her
amusement nor to be rounded up, she got on with the serious business of
sniffing every inch of the pasture.
The day of the wedding wasn’t so much to her taste, of
course, as she was abandoned for nearly 12 hours as we all celebrated in style.
But she managed with walks on either side of the lengthy span of time, and has
returned home unscathed.
We also enjoyed a foretaste of heaven last weekend, and that
foretaste also centred round relationships with our favourite people. Not all
of them could be there, but there were a goodly number who were, and we enjoyed
conversations, hugs and kisses with them all.
Knowing how wonderful heaven will be, makes the journey
through life less fearful and the approach to new life more inviting.
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