Do Pets Go To Heaven? What Happens To Our Beloved Pets When They Die?
Good news. I won't keep you in suspense… your beloved pet is now on the other side… yes, they are in heaven!
“My Religion Tells Me Pets Have No Souls, Is This True?”
It's false. I always have–and always will–believe that modern Christian religions are misguided. Much of “modern” Christianity teaches that animals have no soul.
Sorry. But if ‘God' created ‘everything,' then why would he give some entities souls and others not?
Religion aside, spirit creates souls. Period.
Not every beast has a soul that goes to heaven, however. There are higher level beings and low level beings. Ants, for example, I'm confident don't die and go to heaven to live eternity in bliss.
Smack a mosquito… sorry, it's not going to be going to heaven to live a wonderful eternity.
The truth is, there are specific differentiation's with animals. All animals that have compassion to humans have a soul.
A bumblebee? No
A cat… YES! A dog? YES! Our pets do go to heaven.
The bottom line is this: if the animal had an emotional connection with you, then I can assure you.. they are on the other side.
Low Level Reincarnation
I've been told–by spirit–that all low-level beings, such as ants, bees, snakes, spiders, etc., simply automatically reincarnate the very moment of death or shortly thereafter.
My ‘Boy' Comes For Visits…
I had a greyhound dog that I adopted named, Pokie.
Upon adopting him, within 48 hours he became my very best friend in the whole world. His name was Pokie. Well named at the track, as he was, for all intents and purposes, a loser. He never qualified as a racer. He was passed to several adoption homes before I picked him.
Pokie was a good boy. We stuck together like glue. When I got divorced, all I was left with was a laptop, a desk, a table and my boy…
He stayed with me through thick and thin. He was there for me when I cried my brains out at the dissolution of a marriage and a divorce. And I hung with him when he was so sick he nearly died from heat exhaustion one summer. He was there when I met the love of my life–Wendy–and we were there when he breathed his last breath. I cried for days after he passed.
But love never dies. I know he's in a good place, no longer ill. I know he's happy and probably running with his buddies (but still coming in last).
The cool part is that I can still feel him around–often under my desk where he liked it most.
If you had a dog, cat, bird or other animal that had a connection with you, regardless of your religious upbringing, I can assure you it's on the other side: heaven… and will be there when you eventually cross over to meet them.
Remember, love never dies.