Take heart. You're not alone. Every broken heart breathes again. That's life. It goes on. In loss, and in gain.

Learn to accept life in toto. A perfect life is only in the dream world. This, my dear, with all it's heartaches, is it. Our world.

Death is easy, living difficult.

Do it or not, but do.

Life is an unfinished art, few master it, most just bark.

Really, you're not to blame. It is such a shame that your imaginary pal, your god is but a hateful, intolerant, misogynistic sod, akin the vilest of humans. So, per se it is not your fault. You're just a simple fellow following a distasteful simpleton. You're just being Him.

If dogs don't go to heaven, well then, from the yardstick of karma, so too did not your dear revered ancestors. And of course, dog damn it, you certainly won't.

Forms come and go. You, the quantum non-entity behind your human identity, comes nor goes.

When you die, you don't.