Well, this is kinda weird, since I died, or, as I've since learned, I came to the Rainbow Fields, this past June 17, but I'm still close to my mom and all my buddies who are still "amongst the living". My mom says I was the definition of a JRT--I'm not sure what she meant by that, but it couldn't have been too bad 'cause she really loved me. And I was a very lucky dog--my mom & dad picked me out from my littermates and took me home--I lived in the same house, out in the country, with the same family all my 17 years--I was always happy, healthy and cherished, and I realize, because I can see so much more now that I'm dead--how rare a life like mine was for a dog. My best wish is that all dogs (and cats, too, I guess) could be happy like I was. And I am still a happy dog--just waitin' in these beautiful fields, meeting new friends as they arrive, and looking forward to seeing all my old friends when they come on over to join me.