Maria said a prayer over him in the final minutes telling him to go into the Light and asking God to send an angel to guide his soul. Pete was a worrier and we wanted him to not be afraid.
He wagged his stubby little tail at the very last. It may have just been an involuntary muscle twitch, but I like to think he saw the angel or maybe my dad coming to welcome him. Dad loved dogs and would have thought Pete was “a dandy.”
Godspeed, Pete. We’ll meet again someday.
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