She lies in the road, desecrated by a hundred tires.
You close your eyes, a specter rises from her form.
She is wet nosed and tail wagging, her brown coat glowing with health.
She stands before an open gate and St. Peter is standing there.
'your suffering is over, now only love and companionship'.
She glances at me and walks through the gate, the vision fades.
God loves all his creation and has a place for them in his heaven