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Re: Do our pets go to heaven?
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Originally Posted by Mrs. LPW
I may be the kill joy or the cold rain on the parade or the party pooper... whatever, but
I think anyone who is seriously worried about seeing thier pets in heaven, had better have 100X that concern for the lost people of the world. Why would God take our pets to heaven and let someone die and be away from His presence for eternity????
Timmy would say he wouldn't.. but for those of us who believe the Word of God, we know eternal judgement is one of the foundation stones in Hebrews.
The scriptures about the sparrows and flowers of the fields are being taken out of context.
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Well, you ARE a kill joy! 
It's unfair to extrapolate this sort of conversation and make it equal to caring for lost souls. I know people who won't read fictional books because they believe you shouldn't read any book more than you read the Bible. Um...admirable, but reading 50 novels from the library in a week doesn't mean I don't love God's Word. I was just in the mood for Barbara Cartland. (Or MHC)
Since animals DON'T have souls that need judging, then it isn't illogical to think they may simply return to God who made them. Maybe they don't--maybe they just turn to dust, forgotten forever. However, I agree with LadyRev...God cares about the small details, and He tends to care about what we care about. He's really into that for some reason.
Obviously the people I care MOST about seeing in heaven are my father, my grandparents, and a few close friends--but I wouldn't mind seeing a few of my beloved animals who've gone on before. And that doesn't have anything at all to do with how much or how little I'm also concerned about lost people making it into heaven. 
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