"All Dogs Go To Heaven"

It has to be true: All dogs go to heaven. Wouldn't you like to have the traits of most domestic dogs, in that they just love unconditionally, are happiest when they have been fed, watered, entertained (or have entertained you!), and they can just lay in front of a fire and sleep? Tell me you don't yearn for such a life! Yet they are ready at a moment's notice to jump up and wag, put on the leash and head out for a romp. They're happy to just show up at the door when you come home, and often hear you coming even before you get to the door. They'll sit at your feet or run at your heels, or jump as you toss a ball or a frisbee. They will chew up your favorite shoes, dig holes in the flower bed, pass gas when your mother-in-law visits. Small or large, purebred or Heinz 57 mix, they will ingratiate themselves into your life by just a look, a lick or a wimper. They'll care for you when you're sick by just being there or be a helping "paw" through your disability. They'll sing and talk if you ask them, and listen intently when you need someone to talk to.

And they'll leave a huge hole in your heart when they finally say good bye.

Dedicated to Taffy, 1990~2006