Originally Posted August 27, 2010
One of my favorite Ducky posts. I was dealing with some heady issues in my life at the time. Ducky was too. We helped each other.
Ducky: What happens when you die?
Me: Wow. I don’t know, Ducky. No one knows. I think dogs like you go to a special place where you get to run free all the time, and not have seizures, and eat when you want and as much as you want and, if you wanted, you would be able to check in on me sometimes.
Me: Yeah. And I think you’re gonna meet Sniffles and Sam and you’re going to get along really well because you were all my dogs.
Me: Yup. I still think I see Sniffles and Sam out of the corner of my eye sometimes. So I think they’re around when they want to be; when I need them. But for the most part I think they run around and have fun because they know that I have you looking out for me.
Ducky: But what happens if you die? Where do you go?
Ducky: But you think you know where I go?
Me: Yeah. I know that’s weird.
Me: But I’m not going to die for a long time.
Ducky: Because you’ve told me things on those bad nights…
Me: Those were just bad nights, Ducky. They’re over now.
Ducky: But what about an accident? You could get hit by a car or get heartworm.
Me: Well, if I died I’m sure your Mom would take you back right away.
Ducky: If you go to a place like the one you talked about, when you weren’t running and playing with other people would you check in on me sometime?
Me: Absolutely. Whenever you needed me and sometimes just because…
Me: You’re welcome, Duck.
Ducky: Love you too, Dad.
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