There is a heaven
For man\'s best friend;
There is a haven
To run without end.

He can happily play
All the day long
And though he is small,
In heaven he\'s strong.

There is no dying:
He will never get sick;
Never will he get lost
When he looks for a stick.

No one will curse him
For he will never be slwmmed;
In that peaceful place,
The wolf lives with the lamb.

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Not so long ago, we had a little puppy. We were very sad when he died and I asked myself this question just for a moment, the same question little children ask their parents. This poem is my response.