LOVING BHOTU GOES TO HIS HEAVENLY ABODE
NOVEMBER 10, 2014 3 PM
Today, the most loving dog in our home, Bhotu, or Brownie, passed away silently in his dog house, after playing with the inmates of the house for half a hour.
He had been with us for 12 years, and they say that 12 years in a dog's life is the equivalent of 80 years of a man. So it would not be wrong to say that he just died in his afternoon nap out of old age.
There was not an eye that was dry in the house at the passing away of this loving Being - I shall not call him a dog.
Dogs are the most loving Beings of God's creation. They possess so many more qualities than a man. They will love you even if you are angry with them, they will snuggle up to you even if you hit them. they will never betray you to your foes but be always by your side, they will never hold a grudge against you for maltreating them, they will love you even though you hate them...these are qualities which even some of the most righteous of folk do not possess.
If any place is reserved in Heaven it must be for such beings. And when they are born in another life upon earth, they are born as righteous, good folk with all the comforts of life, because they never did a wilful "wrong" in their entire lives, like human beings do! They are free from the Law of Karma-- "ye shall reap what you sow" - which applies only to human beings.
There was a Holy Man who kept a dog at his gate. The king wished to see the Holy Man but the dog would not allow him inside the gate.
The king in his pride shouted angrily at the Holy Man:
"There must be no dogs at the gates of Holy men!"
And the Holy Man shouted back:
"There must! So that the dogs of the world not be allowed to enter!"
The last homage I paid to the Brown Bhotu was to place a garland of flowers over him before he was taken for burial, along with my tears.
I do not know why this verse of a famous British Poet Charles Wolfe (1791–1823), rings in my ears just now from his famous poem:
"The Burial of Sir John Moore"
"Not a sound was heard, not a funeral note,
As his corpse to the ramparts we carried,
Not a soldier discharge a farewell shot,
Over the grave where our Hero we buried."
Yes, Bhotu came silently into the world and he left silently, leaving behind a melancholic silence in the house.
NOVEMBER 10, 2014 3 PM
Today, the most loving dog in our home, Bhotu, or Brownie, passed away silently in his dog house, after playing with the inmates of the house for half a hour.
He had been with us for 12 years, and they say that 12 years in a dog's life is the equivalent of 80 years of a man. So it would not be wrong to say that he just died in his afternoon nap out of old age.
There was not an eye that was dry in the house at the passing away of this loving Being - I shall not call him a dog.
Dogs are the most loving Beings of God's creation. They possess so many more qualities than a man. They will love you even if you are angry with them, they will snuggle up to you even if you hit them. they will never betray you to your foes but be always by your side, they will never hold a grudge against you for maltreating them, they will love you even though you hate them...these are qualities which even some of the most righteous of folk do not possess.
If any place is reserved in Heaven it must be for such beings. And when they are born in another life upon earth, they are born as righteous, good folk with all the comforts of life, because they never did a wilful "wrong" in their entire lives, like human beings do! They are free from the Law of Karma-- "ye shall reap what you sow" - which applies only to human beings.
There was a Holy Man who kept a dog at his gate. The king wished to see the Holy Man but the dog would not allow him inside the gate.
The king in his pride shouted angrily at the Holy Man:
"There must be no dogs at the gates of Holy men!"
And the Holy Man shouted back:
"There must! So that the dogs of the world not be allowed to enter!"
The last homage I paid to the Brown Bhotu was to place a garland of flowers over him before he was taken for burial, along with my tears.
I do not know why this verse of a famous British Poet Charles Wolfe (1791–1823), rings in my ears just now from his famous poem:
"The Burial of Sir John Moore"
"Not a sound was heard, not a funeral note,
As his corpse to the ramparts we carried,
Not a soldier discharge a farewell shot,
Over the grave where our Hero we buried."
Yes, Bhotu came silently into the world and he left silently, leaving behind a melancholic silence in the house.
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