GOOD GRIEF

In canine heaven the dogs are climbing trees
and all the cats, their refuge is denied.
Bones are scattered all around the ground
and scents are better than the ones on earth.
There are no tails that do not wag a bit
and watering all things vertical is allowed.
Barking is encouraged by the angels.

So when you bid farewell to him or her
just take a trip with your imagination
and find pleasure in the possibilities.

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