Hundliv

His yourney's just begun, life holds so many facets, this earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting from the sorrows and the tears, in a place of warmth and comfort,
where there are no days and years.
Think how he must be wishing,
that we could know today how nothing but our sadness can really pass away.
And think of him as living in the hearts of those he touched, for nothing loved is ever lost
and he was loved so much.



You think there will
not be dogs in heaven?
I tell you, they will
be there before
any of us.

- Robert Louis Stevenson -