It's been 7 earth days since I left my chow-mix-yellow-with-orange-stripes fur body. Somehow the concept of "time" is difficult to perceive where I am.
Even as an aged dog I had big plans - big aspirations - for the rest of my earthly life. I had hoped to accomplish many more things. Change the world with big loud barks!
What happened?
John Lennon's famous quote!
Is my mission over, or does it still continue? Is there a higher plan?
Why do I feel I must still "speak" ? Why am I still thinking about my life?
WOW! I had a good life!
NO, I HAD A GREAT LIFE!!! I am One Lucky Dog!
But am I really a dog?
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