There is a special place in Heaven where dogs go when they die. They never leave us; they just sleep in peace most of the day on soft clouds with their friends.

And often they look down at us to check that we are well; their collars still attached to us by a lead of invisible light which can never be broken.

They dream of puppies and the land where once they ran, and of their family that they call ‘Human’ – and wait patiently for them to come to play at ‘fetch the stick’ among the clouds.

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