Kate McGahan

There is a strange intangible place on the outside edges of the human mind. It hangs there like a constant witness. It judges a person's every move, every thought and every action. Some people think it is __ig brother_ or God, but it is just a critical place inside the person__ own mind that judges and condemns. It is the very place where we judge ourselves when we cross Rainbow Bridge into Heaven.

When you lose your mind you may as well forget it.

The heart can never break if you believe love never dies.

When you don__ question something and you know in your heart that it__ true, it__ like love. If you have to ask yourself if you love someone, you probably don__. You can make it very complicated because even though you know in your heart that it__ true, you don__ always consult with your heart because your head wants you to think that it__ always right, but your head can confuse you. The heart is the one that__ always right.

We don't see the truth with our eyes, we see the truth with our heart.

I've poured my heart out on this page. Now burn it and destroy the evidence that anyone ever cared this much for you.

Love lives in the humblest of places. It doesn't matter how big your house is, how nice your car is, how big your bank vault is...it only matters how much your heart can hold.

If you are filled with guilt and shame, it's because your heart remembers God but your head seems to have forgotten Him.

True love is not practical. True love doesn__ always follow the rules. When you are truly in love, you can lose your mind over it.

We must keep our heart open in the very moment our instinct tells us to shut it down. When we transcend this critical point, we are finally and truly able to deepen our love and strengthen our bond.

I loved her. I did not know what state of mind I would be in when I got where I was going and I was most worried that in the process I might forget her. I did not ever want to forget her! I held the image of her in my mind so strongly and the eternal love for her so deep within my heart that it could never ever be erased, no matter what. My love for her was stronger than anything that could happen to me.

It takes love to hold on when you want to let go. It takes love to let go when you want to hold on.

I knew then why I had to suffer. The older we get, the more reasons God gives us to seek His comfort. In the end, He sends us just enough pain and suffering so that we will want to leave. If everything were perfect, we would never choose to go. He wants us to seek an end to our suffering because He wants us to want to come Home.

Not all dogs are perfect dogs, but all dogs are inherently good. Like people, we are affected by environment and circumstance. Some breeds get a bad rap because sometimes humans breed them to be a certain way, like overly macho or protective. In our life on earth we are dependent on humans for everything, including our breeding. We can be bred for aggression or we can be bred for peace.

It's easy to equate longing with love. It's the same way it was with your mother. You worked to earn her love. You loved and were not appreciated. You learned that love was Work and Wanting and Giving and Longing. This is what you learned love was and you are still trying to find it by that old definition. But that is not what love is.

Do we miss out on love because we are working so hard? Or are we working so hard because we missed out on love?

Our Master puts the desire to procreate in us to be sure that we are fruitful and multiply. He knows how important animals are to the planet because most animals He allows to reproduce in great number. He put every one of us on the ark for a reason. Do you think it__ a mistake that dogs and cats have litters of 8, 9, 10 or more and people typically only have one or maybe two? It__ no mistake. It__ because God intends that there is more than enough four-legged love to go around.

Like the cat who finds her way back home over a thousand miles, like the dog who waits for his master to arrive on the train that never comes, like the one who keeps a vigil at her master__ grave until she too can cross the bridge, some people and their pets are woven together by threads of life and they cannot, and will not, for long be separated.