Funny that. When My dad pastored Valdese, NC I had a Cocker Spaniel, Ace. We went every where together. In the summer he lay at the side door of the church, with his head on the threshold. His eyes following the singer, shouters and dad preaching. Dad was accused to counting Ace in church. He died while there and I buried him behind the church.For a long time, at night this 13 year old boy knelt by that grave to talk to God about allowing Ace into heaven. Yeah, I think some animals are there, if not I won't notice, cause ain't no sadness there, I hear Some facts but mostly just my
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