by Nina Lang
As he lays on the table, I remember all of the happy times we've shared. He is and always will be my best friend. He has cancer, there is nothing I can do. They are taking his life away from him, something so precious, not even the most money in the world can replace it. I want to cry as I look at him for the last time. He has been with me for the eleven years of my precious life. It is not fair that my dog is dying, but I have to except what I think is unthinkable, he is dying and I can't save him, although he's saved me plenty of times before, I can't return the favor. He has given me so much joy and love, and I only hope I've done the same for him. Until th eday that he stops running, long enough tosee me again, and until th eday that we cross the Rainbow Bridge together, I hope he remembers that he is not only my very special friend, but he is my best friend as well. I know I'll remember, I hope he does also. I love you Bison, forever and always.