You loved me in spite of what I said or did and never viewed me with a critical eye. You were my constant companion and my protector, always by my side. You were my love in a world where I often felt no love.

You lived with courage and determination. You were blind, but found your way by scent and memory. When feeling threatened you would growl gently and discourage further intrusion of your space.

You suffered nine seizures your last day; excruciating agony displayed with an open mouth crying so hard there was no sound and legs stretched to their fullest in spastic pain. I felt helpless, couldn't get help, and didn't know what would help. I played Chopin because you always seemed to relax from the beauty of the music; I caressed you and told you I loved you and what a beautiful and courageous dog you were. But it wasn't enough.

I hope there is another world where dogs and people can be reunited. Now I pretend you are by my side in spirit and that you know how much I loved you. To think we shall never see each other again is unbearable.