Mr. Pluto

A small-lost puppy came to me one day on November 25 1995. Soft slanted brown sparkling eyes looking into mine as if he knew me. As if he knew I was the one for him. He had an understanding like Buddha or as I believe Christ would have. Everyone who met my new dog felt that he had a sixth sense for feelings more so than any animal they had ever met, more so than most humans. I named him Mr. Pluto. I planned to make him a star.

He was a blessing and a comfort to me when I lost my fiancé two months later in December of 1995. It is hard to cry with a wet sloppy tongue in the ear and gentle brown eyes that would stare into mine helping to heal my grief. Helping me again in August of 1999 when my dad passed away on his birthday of cancer.

Late April of 2000 I was away on a one-week business trip and had an overwhelming urge to return early, which I did. The moment I saw him I knew something was wrong even before he looked into my eyes with deep sadness. Mr. Pluto died the next morning. Internal bleeding had set in - the cause was liver cancer. No signs - no previous warnings of ill health.

His ashes were delivered to me on my fiancés birthday, March 8. Perhaps this was God's way of letting me know what special gifts they were in my life. I certainly thank GOD for them. I did not know that I could cry so hard again...

I always told Mr. Pluto he would be a star.