Amazing Intelligence in Animals—Stray dogs show up at funeral

“I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained. I stand and look at them long and long.” —Walt Whitman

I understand Walt Whitman in his praise for animals. I grew up on a farm, so have been around animals and birds—and nature, generally,  all my life. This is an amazing world filled with wonder and beauty. 

Memory

We humans think we’re unique in being able to remember what happens in our lives, but that’s not accurate. Not only can animals remember the happenings around them, but they are quite capable of showing appreciation for kindness offered them.

In our everyday world with our pets we hardly notice the ways they show appreciation, but watch them closely, and you’ll discover a different world. Did you ever notice how tolerant a lapdog is when its human “mother” dresses him up in some “cute” costume, or how protective a dog is of its adopted family’s children? It’s not at all, like they only want to dine on your love for them; they’re quite prepared to return the favor. Take, for example,  the appreciation some stray dogs displayed at the funeral of Margarita Suarez in Yucatan, Mexico.

Margarita had been an animal lover all her life and would take a bag of food along with her whenever she went somewhere and would feed any strays she encountered along the way.

When several of these stray dogs suddenly came to attend Margarita’s funeral, staff at the funeral home soon realized that these dogs weren’t there by accident but had come to pay their final respects to the person who had showed them love when others had abandoned them.

Margarita’s daughter, Patricia, said that the dogs “formed a procession behind the hearse and then returned to the funeral home,” and never left until Margarita was being prepared for cremation.

“All dogs go to heaven because, unlike people, dogs are naturally good and loyal and kind.”  —Whippet Angel

About Albert Schindler

I was born on the 27th of February, 1931, on a farm near Hubbard, Saskatchewan. As far back as I can remember I had a spirit that would not stay earthbound. In junior high, I remember taking first place for a short story in which I described my terrifying encounter with a dinosaur. In outer space – that is, when the teacher wasn’t directly speaking to me, I went where Buck Rogers wouldn’t dare go. I was more of a Calvin in Calvin and Hobbes type of guy, with my own, personal, very powerful, transmogrifyer always at the ready. In my ‘teens and twenties, I pushed aside my Calvin alter ego in favour of making a living and didn’t take seriously again my ‘writer’s bug’ until my late 30s. I still saw that the world as full of exciting things to learn and investigate, which my writing reflected in the several articles and a couple of short fiction pieces that I wrote and sold, including over 30 children’s radio plays for Alberta’s ACCESS Radio. Unfortunately, I abandoned my budding writing career in favour of starting my own business as a sign painter. Now that I can officially call myself ‘retired,’ I plan to resume my writing career, only this time, writing mostly fiction. Why fiction? I have lead a great, adventurous life in which I made many mistakes (the ‘adventure’ in life), that have taught me some very important lessons and allowed my spirit to grow to unimaginable proportions, inconceivable to me while still in my thirties. In fiction, I believe, one can adventure into both the inner and outer consciousness of man and the universe to infinite levels where only the boldest dare peak. Convention holds that article writing has to be factual – oh, you can be creative in how you present your information, but ‘fact’ (whatever that means) still must have its parameters in article writing, whereas fiction is limited only by the size of a writer’s spirit, and so far, I haven’t been able to fathom my limit.
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