Best Friends: All Critters ~ Pawprints and Purrs, Inc.

A man was riding his horse down a road, his cat is his lap, and his dog padding along by their side. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He then remembered dying, and that his horse, dog and cat had been dead for years. How glad he was to see them again!

He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He nudged the horse toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.

"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

"Can my friends," gesturing towards his horse, cat and dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept animals."

The man thought a moment, refused to enter, and then turned his horse back toward the road and continued the way he had been going.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book. "Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"

"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there." The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."

"How about my friends here?" the traveler asked.

"There should be a bowl and a bucket by the pump." They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl and a bucket beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, and gave some to the dog and cat while he filled the bucket for his horse.

When they all were satisfied, he led his horse back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them, the cat and dog following faithfully behind.

"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.

"This is Heaven," was the answer.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's Hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

Well, I can see how you might think that, but actually, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who will leave their best friends behind."

~Author Unknown ~

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