If such a thing as gods really existed, they wouldn't let little doggies suffer and have such short lives.
When gods are omnipotent but at the same time vicious, callous, genocidal, bloodlusting entities, they can only have been made by man, in the image of man.
Bobby was my dog. He had enough character for a pack of dogs, and although only 7kgs of mostly hair, was the boss, but a boss who melted in my arms whenever he could. He took an enormous place in our house and hearts, and he had a soul. Rest in peace Bobby.