“A good dog never dies. He always stays. He walks besides you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields and winter's drawing near. His head is within our hand in his old way.” WayHandsDiesLossWalksDogFieldsWinterDrawingPetAutumnFrostCanineCrispsOld WaysPet DogOld DogPet LossDog LossAutumn DaysSympathy For LossDog GriefGood DogPug DogsDog HeavenHeaven And DogsPets In HeavenDogs DyingDog Died Author:Mary Carolyn Davies