I pray every day for the dead I have known including our dead animals.  How I miss the dear Doge.  How he enjoyed outwitting the old fool.  In the end we had to have him put down and how meekly and serenely he accepted his end – that tornado of life.  I cannot believe that an event so sad and moving and beautiful is lost for ever. Surely it has been copied and pasted into some heavenly book. I’m pinning my hopes on St Paul’s the creation is groaning  for its release from its present bondage to decay.  For what is the information in DNA if not St Paul’s spiritual body?  


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