The Parable of the Dead Dog
By: Senator Juan Flavier
THE dog was a much-loved family pet of 15years. It was acquired on the birth of the eldest son. All showered on the pet such affection like a true member of the family. The dog ate with them and slept on the same bed as the youngest daughter.
Whenever each member arrived, they would spend time to cuddle and play with the dog. It could wag its tail and jump with joy on seeing anyone of the family.
So when the dog died of old age all were terribly heartbroken. For in the truest sense a member of the household had passed away. The children could not eat. Nothing could console them.
The farmer felt the same way. He realized the best way to comfort his family was to bury the dog in a ceremony as solemn and as elaborate as he accorded to a human.
He bought a regular coffin and provided fresh flowers befitting a dearly beloved departed. Since he was not much of a church goer and was not a member of any congregation, the problem was the religious service.
In town was a Methodist church. The pastor listened to the unusual request for a solemn ritual. He understood how the whole family felt. But in the end he offered no hope. "Our rules would simply not allow me to extend to the dog which has no soul the same rites reserved for humans created in the image of God. But let me add that this is only our view as Methodists. Other groups may be agreeable. Why don’t you try the Muslim mosque at the edge of town?’’
The farmer left disappointed and proceeded to see the Muslim imam. "You must understand that our rituals specifically prohibit inclusion of animals. We have nothing against dogs but your request is out of the question. Maybe you can approach the rabbi at the synagogue.’’
The rabbi was even more firm and discouraging. "In our tenets, the dog is considered ritually unclean. Of course we keep them as pets or for companionship and even security. But I am afraid we cannot make our temple available for such a ceremony. I am sure the Catholic priest in town can help you.’’
The priest was very sympathetic but very quickly shook his head. "I admire your feelings towards your dog. Your sorrow must be deep indeed for dogs can be such lovable companions. But our rules cannot be changed. To do that, I must get a special dispensation from the Pope. That process takes a very long time.’’
At that point, the farmer was resigned to the unanimous view. Sadly he bade the priest goodbye. "I understand your predicament, Father. But rules are rules. If it can’t be done then so be it. It meant so much to us. In fact, to show how deeply we desire a church ritual for our dog, I was prepared to donate five thousand pesos to the church.’’
As the farmer stood up to leave, the priest pressed the farmer’s shoulder as a sign to remain. "Just a second, my son. Maybe I was too hasty in my views. Perhaps I did not understand all the facts of the case. Did I hear you say the dog was raised as a Catholic?’’
---I wonder if this is what they talk about in the senate......
