by Tricia Brandt
Where do good dogs go when they die?
If Heaven is only for people, then we should ask, "Why?"
In my heart I know there's a place
where good dogs eternally romp and race
A place where there are meadows, trees and birds
A place where they hear friendly words
A place where they are healthier and running faster
A place where once again they'll see their master
Since God is fair, I know He made such a place
And that I'll see my dog again and she'll lick my face
September 26, 1996
Written by Bill for his wife after the loss of their black lab, Kelly