Thursday, November 14, 2013
All Dogs Go To Heaven
Everyone has their own idea of what heaven will be like when we take our last breath here and our next breath there. I envisioned my grandma and my dad, and of course all the dogs I owned would come running happily to greet me.
But now my idea of what will await me has changed. Oh, the dogs will definetely be racing to reach me first, but there will be another whose arms will be out to hug me. Steven always did look good in white.