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In my lifetime, there has only been one pet that reached into my heart. There have been others that came all the way to my head and stopped. Me thinks that they wanted to go much farther, and I can only imagine how they must have felt being shunned by me in as much as they have feelings too. Although I did not mean for it to be personal, they had every right to take it personal. I tell you, I intentionally built a wall of brick and steel forbidding them to enter my heart for reasons having nothing to do with them. When I was a kid of 9 or 10, I had a dog name Jack who meant the world to me. Jack as a puppy was a gift from my dad when I was around 6 or 7, and I'd say he took up nearly every inch of my heart. Unfortunately, while still very young, Jack was shot and killed by a farmer simply because Jack was on his land. We buried Jack under a tree in our front yard, and our entire family mourned him as a member of the family. Over the years, there have been pets for our kids and grandkids, but I never grew close to any of them. I think that the corridors of my heart went on lockdown when Jack died. There is no scientific proof of it, and it occurred to me some 50 plus years after his demise, but I think that my heart for pets was buried with Jack, because I have not loved another pet since the passing of Jack. With our finite minds, we have no certainty that all dogs go to heaven, but every emotion in my being would love to think so, and if so, I cannot imagine the reunion that Jack and I will experience when I get to heaven. But in the meanwhile, I do not suspect that Jack would have approved of my shutting down and holding back my love for others of his species. So I hope that all memories of such will be completely extracted when Jack and I get together again. However, I do hope that Jack will remember to call me 'Gaby' because that was my 'nickname' back then. 081120PSCtest, All Pets Go To Heaven, Constance La France. 2P