He spoke with tears how...his dog and him travelled about...

For my love-RIP boy-I love you so much and you will always be with me.


All that travel and now you're home

I know some folks will say was just a dog. I would say those are people that never travelled across the country with only a dog as a companion-never had the connection he and I had. He was the best friend I ever had. He took as much care of me as I did of him.

He got sick fast. When I left he was still walking and eating and less than a week later he's gone. Mama says he was able to let go-he would've tried to hang on for me she says. It breaks my heart-the image of my parents sitting on the couch with him as his heart stopped beating--how can he die so sad when he lived such a gypsy life...well-what do we expect---even the wildest of us, given the chance get old and tired. I cry even harder when I force myself to realize that Daddy stayed with him all last night-couldn't bear to leave him alone...and today.......today......he had to sit with him as he died---and then after all that still be strong enough to bury him. OH God! OH God!WHY? My heart is in shreds with all of the images and the details and that I couldn't be there that he wasn't with me.
Yet, I am thankful-I prayed (Not that I know how really) that he would die at home where he knew where he was. At least he could smell me on the bed and he had love around him.
I am so selfish-I wish I had love around me right now.
I wish, just once-tho if I could have once I would wanted endless times-I understand the human mind works that way-but still I wish I could see Baxter begging for my dish and scratch his muzzle and get another doggy kiss from him. I wish I could hug him once more, or take him out for him to do his sinful dirty business. I hope he's running-I hope he has all the steak he could ever want. I hope he's warm and has a couch to sleep on. I hope he haseverything he ever wanted---I hope I gave him that when he was here.

I love you Baxter. Goodbye beautiful boy.