“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.”
“You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.”
–Robert Louis Stevenson
“If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.”
“My dog is worried about the economy because Alpo is up to $3.00 a can. That’s almost $21.00 in dog money.”
(Yes, I went nuts with the quotations.)
I’m also a real estate investor. Again, anyone who’s read me for a while knows that’s no mystery either.
To me, the best deals in real estate are the ones where the buyer takes advantage of someone else’s inconvenient circumstances.
Unfortunately, sometimes those circumstances involve the passing of a house owner and the inheritance of said house by unwilling family members who live several states away (to find out how you can avoid this situation, subscribe to my free 52 week Financial Game Plan).
Most of the time, at least some of it was planned – the person wanted to age in place, had a child to take care of her/him, and passed in a way that they wanted. The child, having done her duty (it’s almost always a she in these situations) as a caretaker, is ready to move on, and part of moving on involves getting rid of the parents’ house.
However, I’ve encountered situations where there was little to no planning involved, and the house is a decrepit wreck. Of course, I’m seeing opportunity where others see misery.
But, to me, some of the saddest situations are the ones where there were pets involved and nobody thought about what would happen to the pets.
When we were in Chile, we saw a lot of stray dogs. I asked someone why there were so many strays.
“Someone dies and has pets. The kids don’t want the pets, so they kick the pets out of the house,” was the response.
In the situations I’ve seen, it’s even worse.
The pets aren’t kicked out.
They’re abandoned in place.
I’ve gone into homes filled with pet waste and pets who haven’t had human attention or care since their owner(s) passed away goodness knows how many days or weeks ago.
That situation breaks my heart. My “crazy cat lady” gene almost kicks in and takes over, but instead, we try to get the inheritor of the place to call a local no-kill shelter to take care of the abandoned animals.