I talk to him when I’m lonesome like;
And I’m sure he understands.
When he looks at me so attentively,
And gently licks my hands;
Then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes,
But I never say naught thereat.
For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes,
But never a friend like that.
W. Dayton Wedgefarth
“He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.
This song has been looping in my MP3 for the whole day and I guessed I must have listened to it for at least 30 times?? Perhaps the title reminds me of the Rainbow Bridge where my little buddy has gone to.
One year has passed but my heart still longs for the return of the silly dog.? That nagging pain in my heart surfaces once again when memories of him collapsing before my very eyes starts unfolding itself once more.?
As I flipped through his photo album, tears welled up in my eyes and trickled down my cheeks.??
Whenever I was feeling down, he was always there by my side.? Although he can’t utter a single word to comfort me, the soulful look in his eyes seems to be saying, “Hey, look.? I don’t know what’s going on but don’t worry, I’m here and everything’s gonna be alright…“??
In the past, we would spend hours watching the world go by and he would stay by my side faithfully while resting his chin on my leg, assuring me of his unfailing loyalty.
Who can I turn to now, should I need a shoulder to cry on?