I’ve always loved the story of a man who dies and finds himself walking along a long road, with his old faithful dog trotting along by his side.
He reaches a set of magnificent gates, but when they open for him and he tries to walk through the fellow tending the gate tells him he can go in, but his dog can’t.
The man tells the gatekeeper that he’ll keep on walking, and he continues on with his dog by his side.
He then comes to a second set of gates, this set wooden and more rustic, which also open for him. He asks the gatekeeper whether he can take his dog in with him. Gatekeeper says “Sure! You both are welcome here.”
The man asks the gatekeeper “where am I?” The reply is “Heaven”.
The man is confused, asks “If this is Heaven, then what were those other set of gates back up the road?”
“Oh, that’s Hell. They do a really good job of screening out folks who would cross through while leaving their best friends outside. Now you and your buddy there go right on through.”
thanks, sums it up nicely.