Alex Beam’s “No dogs in heaven?” (Op-ed, Oct. 10) brought back memories of my third-grade catechism class. The nun had been teaching us about heaven, and explained to our wide-eyed group that it would be filled with whatever would make us most happy. Each child took a turn at describing their “heaven,” with the results getting more elaborate and crazy — rooms filled with candy and toys, fields of Ferris wheels and roller coasters, no idea too fantastical.
When it was my turn, I remember sharing my childhood fantasy — a place filled with animals. Suddenly the party was over. Tersely the nun explained: No animals in heaven.
I really haven’t wanted to go since.