What can you say about a beloved pet.  He was an angel.  He was a part of my family.  We were so bonded that sometimes I would wake up with him sleeping on my pillow...yes, his butt in my face.  My hair and his fur were so close in color.  My husband said, when he would sleep on my pillow, he couldn't tell where the dog ended and my head began.  I can remember holding him when I was upset and telling him to never leave me.  I don't think he would have if his body hadn't aged and had to take his spirit with it.  He licked me the day he passed.  It wasn't a, I am hurting, help me.  It wasn't a, I gotta go outside...it was goodbye.  I miss him sooo much.