"...and then I carried him the last time
Carried him and buried him. Mixed prairie grass grows on his grave so one can't recognize the place. But I do.
I go in memory now where in step I went before. They are strong, sure steps.
And I do not walk alone." - Bill Tarrant
"A dog does not live as long as a man and this natural law is the fount of many tears. If a boy and a puppy might grow to manhood and doghood
together; and together grow old, and so in due course die, many a heartache might be avoided. But the world is not so ordered, and dogs will die and men will
weep for them so long as there are dogs and men." - anon