But what they don’t seem to understand is that I laugh at their human afterlife theories just as much. Although, this IS batshit crazy.
At the age of 12, Tompkins named that dog – a hungry mutt with a “copper-colored spot on her shoulder” – Penny. Decades later, in his latest book, “The Divine Life of Animals,” he briefly describes how he adopted Penny during a family vacation to Mexico.
“Penny and I had connected. I had looked into her face and seen something there,” he writes. Later, he concludes, “Penny, then, must have had a soul.”
I wonder what logic brought him from “connected” to “must have a soul.”
“[The owners are] so heartbroken. They go to find out what happened to their poodle … and they say, ‘Am I going to see my dog again in heaven?’ and the pastor sort of scratches his head for a second and says, ‘No, you’re not. There are only people in heaven.’ ”
Tompkins’ book is written for animal lovers who are dissatisfied by this response – and who are willing to take a leap of faith along with Tompkins as he searches for clues to animals’ divinity . . .
This, to me, kind of sums up all religion. Not satisfied by the thought that when you die you are going to rot in the ground like everything else? Well then, for a mere 10% of your income, we will tell you that you will live in paradise forever after you die. Also, as a side note, you will burn in Hell for eternity if you don’t join us.
This business model has worked very well – I’m sure this book will sell lots of copies.