Grab the Kleenex people… we’re going there.
A bit reminiscent of The Band’s “The Weight,” Chris Stapleton and company break out the organ for this gospel-influenced story about a rescue dog.
And while the idea of rescuing a dog and raising it as your own sounds like a sweet story, Chris breaks your heart into a zillion pieces when that story comes to an end. Be warned, if you’ve had to suffer the pain of losing your dog recently, this one is going to wreck you.
When I was in 8th grade my dog got hit by a car on the same night that a bunch of kids went missing in the cornfield by my house. So when a search and rescue chopper with a spotlight found my dad and me waist-deep in a grave in the middle of the night, naturally they had more than a few questions. That’s a true story…
And while that bizarre incident did provide a little comic relief, and perhaps numbed the pain of losing my dog at the time, I still think about how hard that was to bury him. I don’t wish that on anybody.
“I had a revelation, As the tractor dug a hole
I can tell you right now, That a dog has a soul
And I thought to myself, As we buried her on the hill
I never knew me a better dog, And I guess I never will.”
Amen to that.