If you bury him in this spot he will come when you call. Come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well remembered path to your side again, and though you call a dozen living dogs to heel, they shall not growl or resent his coming, for he belongs there. People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them for you shall know something that is hidden from them and is well worth the knowing. The best place then to bury a dog is in the HEART of his master. < author unknown >