Seems like just yesterday I peered into the doghouse that housed your mother and her litter.  I remember the look on the breeder's face when I asked to see that white puppy with the black spots way in the back of the doghouse.  He crawled in till only his boots were visible and came out with you. Only two weeks old, I knew you were my dog as soon as I held you.  



Ten years have come and gone in a blink of an eye and you have been with me every single day. I knew the day would come when you would leave but I never imagined it would be this hard. Not five minutes have gone by without you crossing my mind. I look forward to the day when I can think of you without the tears and just smile.  Until then, I'm comforted by the memory of how you always came to my side when I was sad.  Through my tears, I can almost feel you as you slide your little head under my hand just as you did for so many years as if to tell me, "everything is going to be alright".



Goodbye Buddy....