I just found out that Jabba got loose outdoors on June 7 in Boulder and was killed by a car. It feels like a loss in the family. I miss her. That night I could not sleep. I felt restless. I did not yet know that she had died, but something deep inside me knew. I think that she is now at peace. I don't believe that a dog dies and that's it and nothing after for the dog. Something of her energy, her spirit continues. That is what reached out to me the night I could not sleep. A part of me was already mourning but not on a conscious level.
I think that she is at peace because my God loves dogs, and all animals. God is Love. Jabba loved as best she could. Her original owner had to give her up due to allergies in the owner's child, so I hear. Abandonment can mess with one's ability to love, but she was a loving dog nonetheless, at least I thought so.
Many a time I would leave my work at the office to go home, not to pray, but to see if Jabba might need a walk or some dinner. Jabba came before God. I guess I will burn for that, unless dogs can pray and Jabba can intercede for me. Maybe she has Doggie faith and we just don't know anything about that.
Jabba was very self-centered and in this she reminded me about myself. Her ways often made me reflect upon my own spiritual and psychological health. We lived together for five years. It was a good run.