Two types of Death

Last week my boy Roo got out. When we returned my slave found him dead in the garden. I buried him that night.

There are two types of death. Good death and bad death.

We are owed nothing by this world. 

But my only hope is that I have is that those that do   have to go are able to go with a good death.   

Quick, painless, without mental, emotional, or spiritual suffering for those that pass and those that surround them.

My boy was not so lucky in this life. My hope is that he will be in his next life.

For my Roo.  My little man. You will be missed.