I remember when we were visiting St. Gregory's Abbey; I believe it was last summer. And, as we were leaving, we entered the darkened Church to light some candles. Chandra asked me if it was alright to light a candle for a dog. To which I replied that of course it was, Page--her little companion--had reciently died. The request meant a couple of things to me. She respected the Holy space & maybe me enough to ask permission/approval; she could have said nothing and lit the candle for Page anyway. I would have been none the wiser. It also meant that she probably believed (something at the very least), otherwise why light a candle for Page at all? Reflection...
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