You and I met when you were 5 weeks old. I was in a wheel chair and spent 2 years and 12 operations getting over a car accident. You spent your early days lying on my lap and that remained your favourite spot all your life. You kept me sane and your company meant I was never alone. Only you knew how depressed and worried about the future I was in those days after the accident and my marriage breakdown.Would I be here now if you hadn't acted the clown that day and snapped me out of my self pity? You were my one true friend - loving and loyal - you made me the centre of your world and asked for nothing more to make you happy than to be with me. In the 16 years that I was blessed to have you in my life we weren't apart for more than 6-8 weeks in total.We worked, holiday'd, and relaxed together. And when I re-married you worked your way into Dad's heart as well. He loved you as much as I, and you loved him...but I was still your one true love..Our nieces gave you little bears that you loved to play with when you were younger and you realy had a nack for making us laugh.When dad started stock carrying it was always a threesome - dad, you and me. You loved the truck because you could see out of every side of the truck, and of course we had to buy 3 paddle pops so you could have some too.You came fencing and mustering and checking stock.At Tilpa you loved to bark at kangaroos while hanging out the ute window.We are sure that you thought they were running away from your savage bark.At shearing time your favourite spot was on a wool bale where you could see me and Dad wherever we were in the shearing shed.We loved to watch you roll around on that white fluffy rug in Nan & Pops room every morning. Dad always asked you for kisses but you only gave them to him now and then - couldn't spoil him. Funny, that was something special between you and dad, as was the game you both played before your tea every night.. pretending to attack his fingers and bark at him. He was the only one that you would bark for after your hearing went.We played tag and dad tried to block your way, running through the lounge room and down the hall I think you won most of the time.As your eyes and ears started to go you depended on your nose to find me. I can still hear your toe nails pattering on the floor boards as you went from room to room looking for me, nose to the ground. Then when you found me you would settle down for another sleep happy knowing I was there with you.We learnt to read your body language so we always new what you wanted.The igloo that was your bed in our room is very empty without your big eyes peering out in the morning waiting for us to get up.Dad and I miss you little mate. Things are just not the same without you here.Guess you are up there with St Francis and we are left here with hearts that hurt, but we will see you again one day Amos, cause it just wouldn't be heaven unless you were there waiting for us.

Your little body has gone, but your spirit lives on as long as we love and remember you dear mate.