Its been a year of heartbreak as I help another friend cope with the loss of a heart dog. That dog you get as a young adult that has literally shaped your decisions for 10-15 years. Irreplaceable.
To those dogs I say:
"You aren't lost.
You made me who I am today.
That helps me honor you every day.
None of that will change or be taken away. "
To those friends I say:
"When it's over, you're a strong person and you'll trudge through your days.
You'll be changed but you'll survive.
Even if some folks can’t appreciate it (the loss)
you’ll still be blessed with owning the best dog ever.
And instead of trying to find another dog as good as him,
you’ll appreciate eventually that none will be,
and he’s worth standing alone. "
Please rest fellow sweet soul and say hello to Ryder for me, at the bridge.