My old friend, I will miss your cold nose gently pushing my elbow, every time I sat down at the computer. If I could give you a thousand treats today, I would.
My old friend, I will surely cry again, when I next sit on those back steps and do not feel the big head pushing up, under my arm, so I could squeeze you and scratch your back.
My old friend, I will miss you lunging at the Mailman and your screams at the neighbor's dog and those thunder-clap howls that knocked me out of bed.
I hope your next life will be as good to you as you were to me.
R.I.P Bing 3/1/11
My old friend, I will surely cry again, when I next sit on those back steps and do not feel the big head pushing up, under my arm, so I could squeeze you and scratch your back.
My old friend, I will miss you lunging at the Mailman and your screams at the neighbor's dog and those thunder-clap howls that knocked me out of bed.
I hope your next life will be as good to you as you were to me.
R.I.P Bing 3/1/11