94BlueToy wrote:
Last night I lost my faithful companion of 13 1/2 years. He was my dog, Oscar, a Brittany Spaniel. He got sick yesterday with very labored breathing. I took him to the vet and he had pneumonia. He was given all sorts of antibiotics and he died at home on the rug in front of my chair a few hours later. This poem by Gene Hill gives my feelings.

HE'S JUST MY DOG
He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea.
He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.)
When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags.
Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful.
He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.
His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things.
He has promised to wait for me . . . whenever . . . wherever — in case I need him. And I expect I will — as I always have.
He is just my dog.
Gene Hill, Tears & Laughter