My dog died today. She was 15 and 1/2 years old, a Standard Poodle and the sweetest being you could ever meet. Of course we are all sad. But the reality is death is part of life. I loved her very much but take comfort in my belief that her “true self” has been released. I have always believed that beneath our constructed self, some call it our “egoic self”, is our true self; one that is pure energy or pure spirit. Our true self has always been and will always be. It resides in everything.
May she be in bliss.