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Originally posted by Porsche-O-Phile
.... if there are no dogs in heaven then when I die I want to go wherever they went.
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God, me too. Were they go has to be the best.
Jack, Scratch those little ears for me. Dudley's eyes had grown blue with cloudiness and his hearing was leaving him... but his enthusiasm for me and for his "sister and brother" never left him. He only saw them a few times a year the last couple but would be thrilled to death when they petted him and fussed over him.
My friend, my friend, I can't believe you won't be there tomorrow.
