My best friend for 16 years
My loyal companion and protector.
Always happy to see me
So happy you broke my nose once.
It's odd how I still call you my baby boy even though you grow weary and tire easily these days.
You're not so fleet of foot now, but every now and then you get a spring in your step.
Especially if there's a foxy little lady about.
Life in the old dog yet.
How much pleasure have we shared together, walking through those woods.
Jumping into the lake or the river in winter icicles forming on your coat.
Yeah you have been a friend.
It's odd that I still shout at you sometimes, especially when you have your head stuck in the bin trying to get the last of the gravy from the meatballs.
Yeah I shout but I know you no longer hear a word.
I sometimes bury my face into your neck and talk deeply in some hope that you can feel the vibrations of my voice.
It breaks my heart to know that your world is now one of complete silence.
I lost my old girl (the aptly named pooch) a couple of years ago. I said the same. I would not get another. However I now have pooch II, yeah not an original name but figured I'd the Simpson's can have snowball one, two and three. Well why not.
Dogs ain't pets they are totally a part of the family.