All Dogs go to heaven

It is one of the hardest things to deal with. The loss of your best friend. DONNY'S best bud BRUSKIE A BOXER past away. We know you will miss him alot, please take comfort in knowing that "ALL DOGS DO GO TO HEAVEN".


Your Pets In Heaven
To have loved and then said farewell, is better than to have never loved at all. For all of the times that you have stooped and touched my head, fed me my favorite treat and returned the love that I so unconditionally gave to you. For the care that you gave to me so unselfishly. For all of these things I am grateful and thankful.
I ask that you not grieve for the loss, but rejoice in the fact that we lived, loved and touched each others lives. My life was fuller because you were there, not as a master/owner, but as my FRIEND.
Today I am as I was in my youth. The grass is always green, butterflies flit among the flowers and the Sun shines gently down upon all of God's creatures. I can run, jump, play and do all of the things that I did in my youth. There is no sickness, no aching joints and no regrets and no aging.
We await the arrival of our lifelong companions and know that togetherness is forever. You live in our hearts as we do in yours. Companions such as you are so rare and unique. Don't hold the love that you have within yourself. Give it to another like me and then I will live forever. For love never really dies, and you are loved and missed as surely as we are.
Your Pets In Heaven
by Ken D. Conover

A Little Dog Angel
High up in the courts of heaven todaya little dog angel waits;with the other angels he will not play,but he sits alone at the gates."For I know my master will come" says he,"and when he comes he will call for me."The other angels pass him byAs they hurry toward the throne,And he watches them with a wistful eyeas he sits at the gates alone."But I know if I just wait patientlythat someday my master will call for me."And his master, down on earth below,as he sits in his easy chair,forgets sometimes, and whispers lowto the dog who is not there.And the little dog angel cocks his earsand dreams that his master's voice he hears.And when at last his master waitsoutside in the dark and cold,for the hand of death to open the door,that leads to those courts of gold,he will hear a sound through the gathering dark,a little dog angel's bark.
by, Noah M. Holland