Sorry
I am sorry about the loss of your dog. I have loved a series of dogs over the last almost 40 years and I grieved over every one of them.
Here is a poem I found years ago. I send it to my friends as they suffer the loss of their "lovesome hounds". I'll hope you like it.
Austin
On the Early Retirement of Dogs
Dogs, in their job of being man's best friend,
die young in human years, retire to
a scent-filled place where well-fed pets attend
and lick the sores of mangy Lazari.
I have outlived, in order: Cole, the Cocker;
Morry, Dachshund; Gertie, Airdale; Jenny,
Collie; Smitty, Ridgeback; I've watched the dogs
of others die: Granny's shepherd Blitz;
Barney, her fox terrier; Aunt Happy's
Great Dane, Inge, a pair of scotties, Duncan
and Fife; my brother's Mike, from Mexico;
a neighbor's corgi, Keesh, who bit my father.
Aging with me now, the bloodhound, Cleo,
and pointer-spaniel, Dotty, who thinks I am
her pup. She watches to make sure I don't
escape, and licks me when I'm near. I'd almost
let her take me with her when she goes.
Her nose is sound enough to find the dead
I'd want to throw my arms around. God grant
me in the afterlife a home with gracious
hearth and grounds for all these lovesome hounds.
Joyce S. Brown