Down the years there have been so much laughter, scratches & bruises when we would play a highly stylised mock fight, which was so much fun & believe me invaluable on a number of occasions when the real thing happened while training dogs & tears at the end. I guess i miss my friend. Even after over a week it is still so tough to write this but if anyone deserved it he did. I think a few lines from one of my favorite poems sums it up.
The Power of the Dog. Kipling
Though it is not always the case, i believe
That the longer we've kept'em, the more do we grieve;
For when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long-
So why in heaven ( before we are there )
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?