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“So the color of the sun in the sky has special meaning?” Messer the Newfoundland asked Vincent the tabbycat. “Not the sun,” purred Vincent, “but its rays.  When the sun passes through the clouds, it produces beautiful sunbeams, and that’s the colors in the sunbeams that you need to see.” “Okay, so which color means…

“Where am I?” the shaggy black dog replied. “You are in a very special place,” the man said, rubbing his hands on the dog’s pained legs.  “You are in a place known as Collarworld.  I am the patron saint of all animals, young one.  Saint Francis of Assisi, and I welcome you here.” “I feel…

“Is it really my master?  Has my family come for me?” Bate yipped, jumping around and wagging his tail. “That’s what I understand,” said Vincent, the tabbycat and most respected pet in Collarworld, the afterlife waystation where pets wait until they are reunited with their masters.  “The hamsters came by yesterday and told me that…

A brilliant yellow sun rose through the horizon in Collarworld.  Gentle breezes wafted through the trees and along the blades of grass.  If paradise had a description, this was it. In a small clearing tucked deep in a realm known as the Silver Forest, a sullen German Shepherd rested among the sun-kissed green.  The clearing…

It was another sunny afternoon at the Meeting Place, the entry point at the afterlife waystation known as Collarworld, the home for pets who wait for their eventual reunion with their masters.  And after the new arrivals arrived and were greeted and blessed by St. Francis of Assisi, the patron saint of all animals, the…

The eagle soared through the blue-white skies, his gaze affixed on the ground and the roads and the forests. He was on patrol, looking for a vicious dog that arrived in the afterlife animal waystation Collarworld months ago.  The mixed-breed fighter dog known as the Demon had torn through several of the realms in Collarworld,…

“This is supposed to be a safe place,” Bate the terrier barked.  “And now I’m scared.” Vincent the tabbycat had no answers.  All he knew was that the one thing Bate feared from the living world – the demonic fighting canine from the dogfighting ring, the same ring where Bate was used as “bait” to…

“So that’s what happens at this Meeting Place?” Stapravi the husky asked. “Yes,” replied Bate the terrier, as the two dogs and Vincent the tabbycat returned from that sacred ground.  “Everybody who comes to Collarworld is greeted by St. Francis of Assisi – he’s the patron saint of animals – and then they wait here…

The rainstorm pounded the barn with angry, icy fists.  Rainwater gushed through the open holes in the barn roof, pouring onto the muddy barnfloor.  The cats in the barn knew never to drink this brackish water.  There were six kittens when they arrived at the barn.  One thirsty kitten drank from the filthy water.  Now…

It was another beautiful, sunny day in the afterlife waystation of Collarworld, where pets cross over from the Rainbow Bridge and wait until they are reunited with their masters. Bate, the terrier who entered Collarworld only a scant few months ago, was still looking for his personal path.  He was more than happy to help…