Today, I said goodbye to a very dear friend. He was only 8 years old and walked with me everywhere. I spent a long time howling and crying until there were just no more tears and all that was left was an empty hole that started at the base of my throat and goes all the way through me.
I will miss him terribly. I never thought I could be this sad.
But he gave me things that I could not get from anyone else; fond memories of good times. He allowed me to go places I would not walk alone. He let me be free to be a dog and I showed him how to kick back a little. He touched a lot of lives, even though he may never know it.
So, God, if you’re listening, my friend requires three walks a day; 6:30, 11:30 and 9:00. And don’t try taking the short block in the afternoon because he knows when you’re cutting corners. And every morning, he needs two honey-dipped Tim Bits.. the fresh ones, not the day-old stuff other dogs get. And he gets to ride shotgun everywhere you drive.
And a large cone from Dairy Queen every few months would be a nice touch.