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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Just exquisite, Jack! I’m so delighted to make my first comment here on your site…I don’t have the words to describe how deeply your writing affects me. Very powerful!
Warmest,
Ron
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Thank you so much Ron! Your kind words have encouraged me to keep writing.
Best wishes, Jack
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