HUNTER
Hunter came to play with us in March of 2012. He loved to play whenever anyone would throw a tennis ball for him. We often tried to do it three or four times a day. Hunter put up with that even though we sensed that he would have preferred ten to twelve or more times a day. Eventually, though, he would lie down to rest for a short period. He died at the end of September.
I read recently that everyone who goes to heaven is given a pooper scooper because all pets go to heaven and they are needed. So I like to think that all of our wonderful pets are lying around in the sunshine on the green grass enjoying their leisure time; except, of course for Hunter. He is the one that goes streaking by on his way to retrieve yet another tennis ball for whatever angel happens to be in the mood to play. In a little while he will come and lie down on the grass to rest . . . for a few minutes until another angel appears. . .
Goodbye, good boy, you gave us such joy; may you have the same joy now with all your heavenly friends.
Fred and Maggie Witherby and Alexander Baker
