Do All Dogs Go to Heaven?

As I stepped outside from my cool home into the heat, the bright light made me squint my eyes, and I called out his name... There he lie lazily in the shade. He didn't come, he didn't even move. He just looked at me with his soft brown eyes; they said it all... Although no words were spoken between us, I could see the pain within. I could sense the fear, the worry. He looked deathly sick like his spirit was slowly fading into the next life; any minute now he might pass... And then a cool, gentle breeze lifted my hair. I imagined that his spirit could be carried by that same breeze like a dandelion trapped in the wind... Warm, salty tears began falling from my eyes. The insects dwelling in the grass below me must have thought that it was raining, but Joey & I both knew the truth... He was sick, maybe even on the brink of death, and a wind gust strong enough just might pick up his spirit and carry it away...