This is Kuruk. He is a wolfdog. He died at the age of eleven.
He says from Heaven, “When I died there was this trail in front of me. It smelled of the land where we live. I could feel the ground under my paws. There was this white dog that came running to me, sniffing, and jumping all over me. We started racing around and playing.”
I feel it’s beautiful that he is a wolf dog and felt the land on his paws when he reached Heaven. The white dog is another late dog of his person. This dog is believed to be incarnated already. Our past lives will always hold a consciousness.