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I was standing on a hillside,
In a field of blowing wheat,
And the spirit of a bulldog
Was lying at my feet.
She looked at me with kind, dark eyes,
An ancient wisdom shining through,
And in the essence of her being,
I saw that there was love there too.
Her mind did lock upon my heart,
As I stood there on that day,
And she told me of her story,
About a place so far away.
I stood there on that hillside,
In that field of blowing wheat,
And in a twinkling of an eye,
Her spirit left my feet.
Her tale did put my heart at ease,
My tears did fade away,
About what lay ahead of me,
On another distant day.
I live among God's creatures now,
In the heavens of your mind,
So do not grieve for me my friend,
As I am with my kind.
My collar is a rainbow hue,
My leash a shooting star.
My boundaries are the Milky Way,
Where I sparkle from afar.
There are no pens or kennels here,
For I am not confined,
But free to roam God's heaven,
Among my bulldog kind.
I nap the day on a snowy cloud,
Gentle breezes rocking me,
And dream the dream of Earthlings,
And how it used to be.
The trees are full of liver treats,
And tennis balls abound,
And Milkbones line the walkways,
Just waiting to be found.
There even is a ring set up,
The grass all lush and green,
And everyone who gaits around,
Becomes the Best of Breed.
For we're all winners in this place,
We have no faults we see,
And God passes out those ribbons,
To each one, even me.
At night I sleep in angel arms,
Her wings protecting me,
As moonbeams dance about us,
And stardust falls on thee.
So when your life on Earth is spent,
And you stand at heaven's gate,
Have no fear of loneliness,
For here you know I wait.
- Author Unknown
Dog
