It will be sorrow to leave them， but not a sorrow to die. Dogs do not fear death as men do. We accept it as a part of life， not as something alien and terrible which destroys life. What may come after death， who knows？
I would like to believe that there is a Paradise where one is always young and full-bladdered； here all the day one dillies and dallies with an amorous multitude of houris， beautifully spotted； where jack-rabbits that run fast but not too fast (like the houris) are as the sands of the desert； where each blissful hour is mealtime； where in long evenings there are a million fireplaces with logs forever burning and one curls oneself up and blinks into the flames and nods and dreams， remembering the old brave days on earth， and the love of one' s Master and Mistress.