My best friend moved on to a better place. He taught me things don't lasts forever everything has to come to an end, but since life is short we must fill it with wonderful memories so when it does end all the good memories,that make you laugh,will out number the tragic ending. my friend was my dog he was always there for everything the yells, the screaming, and the happiness. he was the one i went to and told everything to he was there when i needed a pillow and when things went bad. at first when he moved on i thought of how i could get by without him? how could i handle all the scary things that will happen? I'm done with all these tears and the headaches just like Jack i have to move on but there will be those days of tears and lonely walks it's just a part of healing. so this is my fare-well to a great dog.
