Our Canine friends.

I recently came across this; it purports to be a man writing about the passing of his Dog.

"Every morning I would walk to the fields, and my dog would come with me. Rain, snow, or shine, he was always at my side. As the years passed and he grew slower, he still came, limping behind but never once giving up. He was more than a dog, he was my shadow, my company, and my truest friend.

The day he passed I went to the fields alone for the first time in fourteen years. The silence felt heavier, and for the first time the path seemed longer. I realised then what he had given me all those years; loyalty without question, love without words. A man can lose many things in life, but losing a shadow like that leaves a mark that never fades".

Dog owners would all probably say the same thing; they prefer Dogs to most humans, and when a Dog dies it leaves a terrible wound that never heals.

During my life I've experienced lots of deaths, and of course one feels sadness. But when a Dog (or a Cat) dies, it stays with you for ever, and can bring tears to your eyes for years afterwards.