I used 2 think of heaven and hell as metaphors
Descriptors of states, experiences
As a hyperbole
 
But now, after the passing of my furry 4 legged best friend
I want 2 believe
There is an actual heaven
That keeps beautiful souls
Safe, loved, protected, free from sickness and pain
 
I want 2 believe that she is there
Free to roam, able 2 use her legs
Wagging her tail in delight
Just like her puppyhood days
Involved in mischief
Rolling on her back, in the glistening rays of the sun
 
I want 2 believe
She forgives me
For how she spent her last night, last hours
Deep regret cing her die so unpeaceful on the doctor’s table
Being mishandled by the xray tech
Then being forced oxygen all the way down her neck
What was I thinking?
 
Krusty plz forgive me
 
I watched u die there on the table
Witnessing ur last reflexes
Then being asked
Cremation or burial?
Temporary hold of body in the vets freezer
Whilst I decide
 
Yes, I hope
I want 2 believe ur in heaven
That ur not w ur body
But in a better, more beautiful place
Where u don’t have arthritis, pain..
Where u can move freely
And be free
And happy
Forgetting all the pain u had during your last years
Forgiving me