Don't fear, my dearest little Moose. I know you loved your life here, but let me tell you about where you're going now. You're going to a much happier place.

It's a place where that injured leg cannot hurt any more, a place with no surgeon's knives, no yucky pills, no casts, no pain trying to get up to your special place on the sofa or up into the bed at night. No all day loneliness waiting for your people to get home from their jobs, either, because you'll have all the playmates you could want. It's a place with endless lush green grass to run in and there won't be any picker weeds hidden in there to stab your tender little paws. There will be no fences to keep you penned in and you can roam around with that Beagle nose and sniff anything and everything you want for as long as you want. There will be great big leaf piles to jump and roll in every day of the year, you can scatter them anywhere you want and nobody will care. There will be endless signposts and fire hydrants and tree trunks for you to pee on. And nothing can hurt you any more.

There will be geese for you to startle and send flying away with loud honking. Your little bunny buddy will be there, too, and you can chase him all you want to, and he will stop and wait for you to pee before resuming the merry chase - just like it was here. There will be bicyclists galore so you can wait until you're about 3 feet behind them, then lean out the car window to let forth with a mighty BAROO! and scare the bejesus out of them. And never again will a thunderboomer send you quivering with fright into your hiding place, because there are no thunderstorms where you're going. And there will be lots of friendly people with treats that they'll be happy to give to such a smiling friendly face.

There will be unlimited fuzzy squeeker toys for you to shred into pieces in 2.3 seconds to get at the squeeker inside, except you won't have to give up your prize because there will be no danger of you choking on it. Every day will be Christmas so you can joyfully tear off the wrapping paper with your teeth whether it's morning or not. You can eat anything you want and it can't hurt you - and this means you can munch on all of those yummy grapes and popcorn that you love. And every plate you get to lick will have little bits of something tasty left there on purpose - just for you.

Run and play and jump and BAROO all you want to. But keep one ear open, because one day I will come for you. One day you'll be chasing your bunny friend or racing thru the meadows or sniffing a tree and I will call for you. You can come racing across the grass, BAROO-ing happily as loud as you can, and you can jump on me and even knock me over backwards again if you want. It'll be a joyous day, I won't care if you give me a thousand kisses, and we will never, ever be separated again.

You wait there, good boy. You wait by the Rainbow Bridge. I'll be looking for you.