my little buddy, Dexter. 14 years and 2 months of friendship. he was one of the happiest dogs i ever knew. his barking was a song, an ode to life. his tail constantly wagging...iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou...it seemed to say.
he was there through thick and thin, never wavering in his loyalty. he was always eager to celebrate in the good times, sharing our joy with enthusiast leaping. he offered quiet comfort in the dark and sad times...nudging me with his wet nose and staring up at me with his soft brown eyes, imploring me to pet him. a wise distraction that worked every time.
this past year he was a warm, sleepy, lump of love. wherever i went, he went and i made sure he had a soft bed in every room. he was the perfect companion in my quiet life. i have an empty feeling deep within me that is going to take some time to heal. tears spring up unexpectedly. a little tuft of fur drifts across the floor. no early morning greetings. no click-click-clicking across the hardwoods...the house is silent. i miss him.
"He taught us the art of unqualified love. How to give it, how to accept it. Where there is that, most other pieces fall into place."
- John Grogan, Marley and Me