Poo, what a very special love we have. As a young wife and mother, living hundreds of miles away from my family, I was a very lonely person. Then you came into my life. Your breeder tipped over a large cardboard box and out scrambled 5 puppies. The 4 white puppies rushed over and covered me with sweet puppy kisses. A small black male ran straight under the couch and peered at me with daring eyes. After much coaxing and a few snaps, the puppy slowly crawled onto my lap and looked straight into my eyes. We somehow knew we belonged together. Poo, you were that little black puppy.
We became a team. You stood by me while I did my chores, layed next to me while I held my young daughter, slept so close to my side I could feel each breath you took. You were my best friend. You saw me through a difficult marriage, divorce, a long distance move and a new courtship. After much work on Ray's part, you accepted him and I was remarried. When my next daughter was born, you thought she was kind of cute. You were never very affectionate with anyone but me but I did occasionally see you sneak a kiss to one of the kids. And you would never have even thought of threatening them, you preferred to just steer clear and remain at my side, just being my best friend. You were a constant in my life. And you were mine alone.
I think of you often, you are alive in my mind. We liked to go fishing at a small lake close by. I cast out my line and you dove in, chasing the bright red bobber. I knew there were large garr in the lake and was frantic, running up and down the bank of the lake, screaming your name. You grabbed the bobber and returned it to me, very proud of your retrieve. I giggle when I think of it now. But at the time, I was so afraid of losing my best friend to those big fish.
I lost you in a terrible accident. The large doberman had behaved so well around you for weeks. I thought you two were friends. In one unguarded moment, the larger dog snapped at you one time and my Poo was dead. I am so sorry I didn't guard you nearly as well as you guarded me. But I know you have forgiven me. And I know I will see you again. And next time, I want worry when you swim out for the bobber. I love you, Poo.