The day I died there were no heavenly trumpets or tunnels of blinding light. I simply closed my eyes in Mas Torrencito’s bed and, when I opened them, I was somewhere else. A walk among flowers and clouds… by MasTorrencito
An immense meadow, one of those that seem to be painted in dreams, with a soft breeze that smelled of memories.
-It was about time, Miguel,” I heard a familiar voice.
I turned around and there they were. Markos, with his eternal doggy smile; Manuela, looking at me with that mix of tenderness and authority she always had; Mastiff, imposing but with his eyes shining with emotion. I was speechless.
-What’s the matter, human? -Markos joked, wagging his tail, “Weren’t you expecting us?
—Yo… —tragué saliva—. No sé qué esperaba. Pero no imaginé que estarían aquí.
Manuela tilted her head curiously.
-And where did you think we were going to be? We were always family.
I laughed, although I felt a lump in my throat. Family. Yes, they always were. I leaned down to caress each one, feeling their warm bodies as if they had never left. A shiver ran down my back as a new question crossed my mind.
-What now? -I asked quietly.
Mastiff raised his head and pointed his muzzle down. I approached the edge of the meadow and saw, as if watching a movie, Mas Torrencito on Earth. But it wasn’t just a static image; life was going on there.
The doors of the house were still open for new guests, the remaining dogs were happily running around the garden, and the laughter of visitors was still filling the spaces. Life had not stopped, even though I was gone.
-Everything seems to be moving forward,” I whispered.
-It always goes on,” said Markos, sitting down next to me. But that doesn’t mean they don’t remember us.
I watched as some people left flowers in my favorite corner of the garden, others lit candles or just sat and reminisced. A murmur of voices came to me, telling stories about me, about us. About Mas Torrencito and all that we had built together.
Suddenly, the sound of laughter caught my attention. A group of friends had arrived, some of the closest ones, those who knew my essence and the soul of this place. They fired up the grill and began to prepare a meal in our honor. We could see ourselves reflected in their smiles, in the toasts they made remembering us, in the anecdotes they shared with some new customers, narrating our crazy and unforgettable moments.
-Look at Paco,” said Manuela, pointing at him with her nose, “He hasn’t changed a bit, he’s still telling the story of when Mastiff ran away and ended up at the village wedding.
-And how could I forget! -I laughed, remembering the scene. That bride had never seen such a big dog barge in on her big day.
We stood watching, feeling the warmth of their memories, the connection that still held us together. The truth is that the perspective of time and space makes you think differently. Death is not an ending, just a change of scenery. And from here, in this timeless meadow, we were still part of their lives, their stories, their love.
-Are we going to stay here forever? -I asked at last.
-Just as long as it takes,” said Mastiff. Until we are ready for the next adventure.
And so, we stood there, watching life on Earth, knowing that even though we were not physically there, we would always be part of Mas Torrencito and the hearts of those who loved us.
Reflection:
Death has always been seen as an end point, a definitive closure in the history of every being. However, what if it were not, what if instead of an abrupt end, it were just a transition, a change of perspective? The story invites us to reflect on how love, memories and the essence of who we have been remain, even when our body is no longer present.
From that new dimension in which the protagonist observes earthly life, we understand that time takes its course, but the impact of a life well lived endures. Friends remember, loved ones honor and stories continue to be told. Through the memory of others, we continue to exist. The laughter shared, the anecdotes told at a meal in honor of those who have departed, bear witness that death does not erase us, but transforms us into living memories.
In addition, the story offers us a serene and comforting look at the afterlife. It is not a place of judgment or separation, but a space of reunion, where the bonds built in life remain intact. The idea of meeting again with those we love gives us comfort, as well as the certainty that our actions and our essence will continue to resonate in the lives of those we leave behind.
Finally, the most profound reflection that this story leaves us with is that death is not the end of love. As long as there is someone who remembers us fondly, as long as stories continue to be told and smiles are evoked on our behalf, we will continue to exist. Not in the way we knew it, but in the most important way: in the mark we leave in the hearts of those who loved us.
From MasTorrencito we wish you a good day and may your dogs be with you!!!!
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