God gave man dominion over all the animals only horses and dogs that know it.
We are having Hope cremated half gets buried with the wife and the other half gets spread along with me in a special little valley in the Great Smoky Mountains!
I know shes there waiting for me roaming the woods or rolling in the grass of some small meadow. Naps in the deep shade after a day of chasing rabbits and squirrels.
And when the day comes and we met she’ll come running in her galloping gait with muddy paws and a streak on deer scent on the side of her face and we will explore those mountains as they haven’t been since the day of the Cherokee and the long-hunters.
At least you know that we all get to meet our boys and girls that have gone before us in the tall grass, fields, and woodlands.
We get to hunt quail, pheasant, and chukar partridge again before we cross over the Rainbow Bridge together.
If there ain’t no DOGS in Heaven, I ain’t goin.