The Bad Example

When I used to work at the Area Agency with Assholes, one of the things that just pissed me off was how three of the four top managers were Catholic. In a different workplace, that probably wouldn’t mean anything or have any effect, but in this little office with only 11 total employees, at times it was like working for the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost themselves.

Anyway, the reason I bring that up was that one of the things that pushed me over the edge with their religion happened when a co-worker had to put their dog down. Although they showed the right amount of understanding to her, the two bitches in charge were quick to point out that, according to the Catholic religion, dogs did not have souls, therefore they could not go to Heaven. This did it for me.

To some people, all of the sexual abuse cases proven over the years by the various priests was the reason for their leaving that faith but I have always felt that each of those men should pay the price for their own sins. But for the entire religion to just have a blanket condemnation of animals, well, then the entire religion would feel my wrath.

How arrogant can we humans be? It bothers me so much, not just because I have loved and lost little Oscar who was so loyal and loving and more so than any biological parent ever did but because I am flabbergasted at how anyone could make such a final

statement on something that no one in this world knows, NO ONE. In fact, no one knows what it even takes to get into heaven, or if there is a heaven.

As you can guess, I am not one who has worked out what exactly my “religion” and beliefs are in life. But I am sure that my belief doesn’t exclude anyone else, including animals.

I read something the other day that melted my heart. If your dog’s time is spent mainly with you, when they are dreaming and their tails are wagging, it is a good bet they are dreaming about you.

I know my husband and boys love me.  But throughout their day they have thoughts and feelings that are about them and their path in life. That is how life should be. But to walk in a door and have someone be so excited about seeing you again, even though it could have only been 5 minutes since you saw them last, is …well, heaven.

So when I go to that place that is Heaven for me, I do know that I will see my sons and my husband, and I know that throughout their lives they have touched so many others and will have their own set of loved ones, so they will be busy, visiting others up there.

But I know that regardless of what anyone else or any other religion says, Oscar and the rest of my furry gang will be waiting up there for me with their tails wagging.