Friends forever ...
An old cowboy was riding his trusty horse followed by his faithful
dog along an unfamiliar road. The man was enjoying the new
scenery, when he suddenly remembered dying, and realized that the
dog beside him had been dead for years, as had his horse.
Confused, he wondered what was happening, and where the trail
was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall that looked like
fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch
topped by a golden letter “H” that glowed in the sunlight.
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
He rode toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a
desk to one side. Parched and tired out by his journey, 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
As the gate began to open, the cowboy asked, ‘Can I bring my
‘I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.’
The cowboy thought for a moment, then turned back to the road and
continued riding, his dog trotting by his side.
After another long ride, at the top of another hill, he came to a dirt
road leading through a ranch gate that looked as if it had never been
closed. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning
against a tree and reading a book.
‘Excuse me,’ he called to the man. ‘Do you have any water?’
‘Sure, there’s a pump right over there. Help yourself.’
‘How about my friends here?’ the traveler gestured to the dog and
‘Of course! They look thirsty, too,’ said the man.
The trio went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-
fashioned hand pump with buckets beside it. The traveler filled a
cup and the buckets with wonderfully cool water and took a long
drink, as did his horse and dog.
When they were full, he walked back to the man who was still
standing by the tree. ‘What do you call this place?’ the traveler
‘This is Heaven,’ he answered.
‘That’s confusing,’ the traveler said. ‘The man down the road said
that was Heaven, too.’
‘Oh, you mean the place with the glitzy, gold street and fake pearly
gates? That’s hell.’
‘Doesn’t it make you angry when they use your name like that?’
‘Not at all. Actually, we’re happy they screen out the folks who
would leave their best friends behind.’
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Posted by Maria Norcia Santillanes