What is it about our dogs that gets us thinking about heaven, about matters of ultimate concern? What is it about our dogs that pierces us to the depths of our souls?
If there is a heaven, some sort of afterlife, I like to think of it as a place where we get reunited with all the good deogs that we've ever known.
Each one of our good dogs is a psalm, a prayer, a song of praise-on four legs and with a wagging tail. The only reason any dog turns from the good is because it has been corrupted by the evil of men.
One of the gateways to true adulthood is when we finaly understand that even as we live, we are moving toward death. The dogs in our lives help leaven that understanding, let us rehearse those last breaths.
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