My Dog Died

My dog Stone died and I was sad. He was always so playful and never gave my feet a break. Stone was a pup and he was just the cutest thing. Whenever he heard the gate opening or sensed any movement, he would rush from wherever he was and jump up and down profusely until we were in the house away from his constant energy. That Thursday morning however, when I stepped out into the yard, there was no rush or movement or sound. Where was Stone? Still sleeping I figured even though this was unusually strange. I left for work wondering where Stone was. 

I returned home that evening and opened the gate and I did not see or hear Stone. This was serious now and so I went in search of him, calling him by name and going to all the places where I know he would be. Still no Stone. I saw my neighbours and they gave me the news. Stone had been killed earlier that day by a car they said. He had run out on the street they said and the car accidentally hit him. My dog Stone died and I was sad. Even though he was annoying at times, messed up my clothes and tore the grocery bags. My dog Stone died and I almost cried. But I realized that he had died and that was his end.

Then I started thinking do we get sad when love ones die? Are you concerned about where your friends and families go when they die? Are you saddened that they have passed? Are you saddened that they might be in hell? Being sad is not enough. While there is life we must think of where our final rest will lie.

Do you know for sure that if you should die right now that you would be in heaven? Or is that something you would say you are still working on?