Lost my old one a few weeks ago and a friend sent me this- There is one best place to bury a good dog.If you bury him in this spot,he will come to you when you call-come to you over the grim,dim frontiers of death,and down the well remembered path,and to your side again.
And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel,they shall not growl at him or resent his coming,for he belongs there. People may scoff at you,who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall,who hear no whimper,people who never really have had a dog. Smile at them,for you shall know something that is hidden from the