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It's the little things in life that cause the deepest and most pleasurable memories. One of those for me was the morning that Belle saw snow for the first time. (Oxford, NZ.) That morning I opened the back door which looked over the deck and the lawn. She stood there for a moment, looking intently, sniffed the air, turned her head and looked up at me as if to say "what's this?". Then she walked slowly across the deck leaving her footprints like this. Then she just went crazy like you would…

An Indian legend says: "When a human dies, there is a bridge they must cross to enter into heaven. At the head of the bridge waits every animal that human encountered during their lifetime. The animals, based on what they know of this person, decide whic