Buzz died! It was old age that got him in the end. Having lost his cage-mate, he adjusted perfectly and kept little Gerry company as they squeaked at each other across the room. Sometimes they sang little chirpy songs and at others it was most definitely a conversation. He’d jump and climb about and sit in his food bowl to hide his food and then shout for more!
Now Buzz is with Nibbles entertaining our Lord, which is a good thing because otherwise he’d have had something to squeak about – having been prodded with a stick to ensure the certainty of his demise.
Despite my ancient years, despite caring for animals (and people) and all the pets whose lives eventually meet the inevitable, I still cannot touch a dead body. It is not just that it is dead, it is not gruesome horror, it is more than that. It’s Not them anymore. The soul is no longer there and what is left is just the unneeded carcass.
This is yet more of God’s miraculousness. Another proof of his promises written in the codex of his creation. This proves beyond everything that there is life after death. If there wasn’t then the soul would die and remain with the dead body. But that is not the case, when the body fails us and dies, the living soul leaves it and goes to meet our wonderful creator God.
Just because 