Waiting at Heaven's Gate
     I once had a dog who never complained, never criticised, and was always there when I needed comfort.
  Now he waits patiently for me at the gate of Heaven. 
 I know when he first senses I am near his ears will perk up and his tail will begin to wag and when he sees me he will rush to me leaping and barking joyfully and I will embrace him and bury my face in his warm fur.
 And I will know that I am in Heaven.  
                                     ~ M.P. Corder 
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           Concert for the Homeless
      Sleep Walker
Dogs' lives are short.
Their only fault really.
              ~ Agnes Turnbull