{You'll probably think this post is sappy. And I don't apologize.}
I remember when we first brought him home. May of 1998. We had him sleep in the laundry room for the first couple of weeks. He whined all through the night, so I'd get up and sleep on the floor with him.
I remember how he'd lay right next to me, even though it was the middle of the sweltering summer.
I remember his sweet greetings when I'd come home.
A FAITHFUL DOG {A little over the top...I know}
A Faithful Dog Will Play With YouAnd Laugh With You -Or Cry-
He'll Gladly Starve To Stay With You
Nor Ever Reason Why,
And When You're Feeling Out Of Sorts
Somehow He'll Understand
He'll Watch You With His Shining Eyes
And Try To Lick Your Hand.
His Blind, Implicit Faith In You
Is Matched By His Great Love-
The Kind That All Of Us Should Have
In The Master, Up Above.
When Everything Is Said And Done
I Guess This Isn't Odd
For When You Spell "Dog" Backwards
You Get The Name Of God.
~Anonymous
See you in Heaven, Bear!