Fr. Beretta’s Mastiffs are more than just canine companions. They are also a source of great comfort for someone whose job is to provide comfort himself. “My dogs bring me a deep sense of peace,” he says. “I am chaplain at a hospital and I see people die often, sometimes children. It can haunt me with sadness. The dogs are an immense source of healing and joy for me.”
The Mastiffs are a constant reminder to stay in the moment, undistracted and open to possibility.
“What the Lion is to the Cat the Mastiff is to the Dog,” Sydenham Edwards wrote in 1800 in the Cynographia Britannica. Apparently, the bishop thinks so, too.
“Romuald, a wonderful medieval Italian saint, gave this instruction to his disciples: ‘Empty your minds and sit in compete stillness,’” Fr. Beretta says. “It is the posture of self-discovery, the path to enlightenment, the channel of complete serenity. My dogs do it all the time and have achieved those gifts to a much greater extent than I have.”
Several times a week, if it isn’t snowing, Fr. Beretta goes on hikes accompanied by at least one of his Mastiffs. “We search for the Cathedrals and chapels, the synagogues and temples of nature,” he wrote in his first piece for the Huffington Post in October. “To the elk, the mountain grouse, the spider, the deer, the wild flower, the pine tree, we are pilgrims briefly passing through.”
Fr. Beretta says that “a lot of thinking and reflection take place during those walks – that’s how I come up with my homilies,” adding that ideas for stories bubble up then, too. “The Romantic poets of England used their walks with their dogs in the lake districts to come up with their poetry. There’s something about being outside, walking, that really brings inspiration.”
Tristan in the great Montana yonder. How to battle modern-day ennui? “A good place to start is to recapture the lost sense of wonder of this planet and its life,” Fr. Beretta writes in his blog.
Perhaps not surprisingly, Fr. Beretta’s parishioners regularly pose a sticky theological question to him: Do dogs go to heaven?
“I cannot be dogmatic about it,” he says, apologizing for the irresistible pun and noting that the subject is not specifically addressed in scripture. “However, we know of God’s love for all his creation. I, like many others, have a hard time imagining heaven without them.”
Fr. Beretta’s beloved Cleo died several weeks after this story was written. “She now knows a lot more about the subject of dogs in heaven than you or me,” Fr. Beretta says. To read his blog posts and become a fan, visit www.huffingtonpost.com/patrick-beretta/. © Modern Molosser Magazine. This article may not be reposted, reprinted, rewritten, excerpted or otherwise duplicated in any medium without the express written permission of the publisher.