My buddy lives out in an area of Howard County considered to be Woodbine. He had a rescue pit bull. It was a good dog, a well behaved dog. But one day it got under the fence of his neighbor and leaped up and latched itself onto the neck of one of their cows. And it wouldn't let go. They tried beating it with sticks and two by fours and what not, and it took a while to get him off. It was a big commotion, lots of drama. My friend apologized profusely, and the cattle farmer took it well because "these things happen," he said. But they had to put the cow down. And my friend had to buy it. So he did end up with a lot of beef. But then he had another problem. He had two little girls at the time. Ages maybe around age 6 and age 9. Something like that. And my friend was afraid of the pit bull's natural instincts. Because now, for the first time, he's had a taste of blood. So he decided to put the dog down. Tough decision, but he felt he didn't have a choice. And so he did. The poor dog was only following its instincts. You know? And he was put down. Very sad. Pete loved that dog. And the dog loved Pete.
So then, later, he told me, he had a dream. He dreamed he was seeing through the eyes of his dog. And he floated down and landed on a grassy field with the sun shining. And he then started running across the field. And he was happy.
He tells me he believes his dog communicated to him, through the dream, that he was in heaven, and he was happy. And it was okay.
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