Looking Down, She All At Once Became Alarmed At
The Sight Of My Face, And Began To Question Me.
Then, struggling
against my tears, I told her of the words which had been spoken at the
old dog's burial, and asked her if it was true, if I - if she - if all
of us had to die and be buried in the ground?
She replied that it was
not wholly true; it was only true in a way, since our bodies had to
die and be buried in the earth, but we had an immortal part which
could not die. It was true that old Caesar had been a good, faithful
dog, and felt and understood things almost like a human being, and
most persons believed that when a dog died he died wholly and had no
after-life. We could not know that; some very great, good men had
thought differently; they believed that the animals, like us, would
live again. That was also her belief - her strong hope; but we could
not know for certain, because it had been hidden from us. For
ourselves, we knew that we could not really die, because God Himself,
who made us and all things, had told us so, and His promise of eternal
life had been handed down to us in His Book - in the Bible.
To all this and much more I listened trembling, with a fearful
interest, and when I had once grasped the idea that death when it came
to me, as it must, would leave me alive after all - that, as she
explained, the part of me that really mattered, the myself, the I am
I, which knew and considered things, would never perish, I experienced
a sudden immense relief.
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