It's my fault you died, every day I tried. I wanted you to feel good so I gave you a pigs ear. Having fun like a joke forgetting that damn thing could make you choke. I feel guilty that I had to go to work, and there were times I acted like a jerk. I ran out and told you I would be back, unaware the pigs ear would cause you a heart attack. In the past I never gave you a pigs ear unless I was there, knowing that you would eat it too fast, it just looked like you were having a blast. Because of your seizures you were in pain, I thought that taking care of my customer would bring in good gain. I never knew that twelve extra minutes at work could cause so much pain. I got back to the office and you were down, I noticed that your tongue was pink as I hit the ground. I started screaming NO NO NO you can't go!!! As I tried to revive you time went by, only to realize that you weren't alive. Egor my buddy take care of your self and from now until eternity I will have your picture on my shelf. To remember that you were all I had. I can assure you for the rest of my life I will be sad. When I hit bottom you cured my drinking problem. Because God knew you were suffering he spared your pain, until you and I can be together again. Thank you St. Francis for giving me Egor, and now just like him I sit and stare at the door. I am sorry little buddy I completely forgot that you love those pigs ears alot. My little Egor - my only friend that I got. I am sorry I couldn't be here, some day I will meet you at the gate for more good chear. I love you Egor my life will never be the same, from now on the only thing I will feel is shame. It was my fault, my fault.

A good looking 13.5 year old, 32 pound Boston Terrier. He never growled or bit. He was the most pleasant and faithful dog I have ever met. Egor you are the best friend I will ever have.