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                        I
                        know that pets go straight over to the other side. I saw
                        it with my  own eyes when my dog, Oliver crossed
                        over.
                       
                        After
                        my son, Richie's death, Oliver used to sit next to me
                        all the time and then all of a sudden he would turn
                        himself around and face the corner of a wall and stare. 
                        I used to say, " Oliver, do you see
                        Richie?" and he would make a noise.
                       
                        Oliver
                        was 18 and he had started to limp for a week and I took
                        him to the veterinarian. The veterinarian said that
                        Oliver had arthritis and gave him medication and shots.
                        I think that the shots actually hurt him rather than
                        helped him. I had to carry him to the veterinarian every
                        week for the injection.
                        He
                        got so bad that he stayed in the corner one day and
                        wouldn't even move to eat or drink. I carried the water
                        to him and had to hold the water to his mouth. I called
                        the vet and Kerri, my daughter, and Daniel, my grandson,
                        came with me.
                       
                        Oliver
                        was so weak that when I stopped for a red light, he
                        slipped right off the back seat. When the vet checked
                        him, he said, "Mrs. Russell, I am sorry but, he is
                        dying." (The vet indicated that Oliver would live
                        for another three weeks or so.) Well, Kerri was
                        extremely upset. The vet left us alone to "decide"
                        what we wanted him to do. She was crying so hard and
                        said, "Mom, I can't let him put him to sleep. 
                        I can't have another loss."
                        
                        We had Oliver since Kerri was 10. So, she told the vet
                        that she would take him home and care for him and we
                        couldn't put him to sleep.
                       
                        As
                        long as he wasn't in pain, I said ok, if you can handle
                        it, because
                        I knew that I couldn't. So, the poor thing was laying on
                        the table and the big eyes were just staring at us. So,
                        Kerri picked Oliver up and said, "I am taking him
                        home with me." We got in the car and Kerri is
                        crying and said, "This is the only thing that I
                        have left from my childhood and I am not letting the vet
                        put him to sleep."  The poor thing was on her
                        lap in the front seat not moving a muscle. 
                        Just staring.
                        
                        Kerri started talking to him and saying, "If Richie
                        was here he would know what to do." 
                        And that is why she missed him so much.
                        . . he would have made this decision.
                       
                        Kerri
                        continued talking to Oliver saying, "Richie would
                        take care of you too Oliver. 
                        Don't you miss him too?
                        
                        Remember
                        how you used to steal his socks and hide them?" 
                        She is bringing up all these memories. All of a
                        sudden, this dog that couldn't move, jumped up off her
                        lap, and sat up with a smile on his face (and as a dog owner,
                        you know that we know when they smile). 
                        And
                        Oliver put his head out the window, smiling and reaching
                        his head all the way up looking to the sky... smiling
                        like crazy! 
                        Kerri started saying, "Oliver what are you
                        doing? Do you see Richie?" 
                        And Oliver kept looking up staring in the sky.  
                        Kerri
                        then said, "Go ahead Oliver, if you see Richie, you
                        can go with him." And Oliver put his head back in
                        the car, lay back on Kerri's lap and that was it! He was
                        so amazing at the time. 
                        I couldn't believe it. I said to Kerri that if
                        anyone saw that they would definitely believe in the
                        afterlife. I told Kerri that Richie knew how difficult
                        it was for us and he came and took Oliver and made the
                        decision just as if he were here. 
                        Funny
                        thing, Richie knew that Oliver was getting old when he
                        was still here. 
                        And Richie said to Kerri that he was going to
                        take Oliver to stay with him at his new apartment
                        because "Mommy could never handle it when something
                        happens to him." 
                        Imagine that? Ironic, isn't it? This lifeless
                        animal suddenly came to life. 
                        It was something beautiful to see. 
                        Oliver stuck his head all the way out the window, it was
                        awesome! So, Oliver is on the mantle next to Richie's
                        pictures in a gold box with his picture on the front. I
                        said that I wanted the best for him. 
                        Oliver was cremated all by himself and put in the
                        gold box.  
  
    
                         
                         
                         
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