On The Death of My Dog

My wife and I knew this little guy for 10 years, and our daughters knew him for all of their lives. We returned from a James Cotton concert to find him stiff as a little board, eyes open and still with their traditional twinkle. I figure we fed him 7600 times, probably took him for 7000 walks in the time we knew him. All he asked was enough food to keep him alive and the assurance that we knew he loved us. It’s a terrible thing to lose unconditional love. ¬†But as corny as it sounds, I know in my soul of souls that his brave, loving little spirit lives on. ¬†Godspeed my faithful little friend and companion.

Jesse - June 2 1999 - January 15 2010 - RIP