I am a full time funeral director here in the greater Philadelphia area. I have always had a passion for the natural world and wildlife. I have always had a desire to help those in need and I always have been in the business for as long as I can remember. I have always loved how nature and the natural world can provide such great comfort and help for those in need.
I am not a naturalist but I do have a keen interest in nature. I always loved the idea of helping those in need but I also have always gotten a thrill out of helping others and helping animals. I always thought that I would love helping animals but the people in my life had the opposite effect on me. I never wanted to help and those people had a negative effect on me. The more I thought about it the more I was drawn to the idea of helping animals.
I remember being in my younger years (around the time I started to think about becoming a naturalist) and I had a close friend who had a pet dog. Unfortunately, this dog was not a house pet but an outdoor pet. And it was at this point that her dog began to get sick. It would sometimes get sick and then, as the weather got cooler, it would get sick again.
I remember feeling like an idiot when I realized that this was something I would have to do. I remember feeling ashamed of my own stupidity at the time. All I could do was wait for the dog’s death and the funeral director to come pick up the body and the body was left alone in my office.
Well, you know, it was a dog. I mean, they were all dead. This was a dog. It’s just this one dog. I remember thinking, “This is a dog I don’t know.” It was a dog that died. I was the one who had been the one to give her the fatal dose of poison so she died from the poison. I mean, I was the one who had done it.
For the most part, we know this is a death story from the perspective of one of the dead dogs. But as you might expect, we don’t know this dog’s actual name. In fact, we don’t know anything about the dog’s past except that it’s all but forgotten. We do know that it’s a sad story because we’ve been there. We’ve seen the end of a dog’s life.
The dogs death is the sad part. The dogs life is the happy part. The dogs life is the one you dont get to see, but you get to enjoy. The dogs life is the one you get to make memories about. The dogs life is the one you get to look back on and smile every single day.
Theres a lot of sad parts in this story, but the good parts are the memories of a dog. We get to make new memories in a sad part of a sad story, but we get to make new memories in a happy part of a happy story. We get to look back on the sad part of a sad story, but we get to look back on the happy part of a happy story.
We get to relive that sad part of the dog’s life. We get to relive a dog’s death and its burial. We get to relive a dog’s life and its funeral. We get to relive the sad part of a sad story, but we get to relive the happy part of a happy story. When you hear the word “life”, there is nothing sad in it. There is nothing sad in the word “death”.
