God Always Has His Reasons.
When you know your going to die you go to the place you love. Then collapse and go to heaven and see the angel wings on your back. Then you look down, below the holy gate and look at your body and all the crying people gathered around it. And watch them race you to the vet, without caring about the speed level. Then you see them come home crying for hours. Then all of a sudden it gets quiet, and you don’t see their lips move but you hear them talking to you, and then you know that they’re praying to you. And your owner says that God has his reasons no matter how good your life was before the change. So then you watch them for a couple more minutes and hear them praying that you’re all right and that they love you. So you go play and run with the other dogs that greet you with a friendly lick and a wave to come play with them. And know that you just became they’re Guardian angel. Then realize that your owner was right, God always has his reasons. :]