Yeah. Lost my schnauser, Max, last summer. For sixteen years a good and true companion.
this is a poem by William Levenworth:
You keep your lofty abstract god,
Myself, I choose a child of Pan,
An ordinary yellow dog
Who does for love what mortals can,
Who stretches out her mortal frame
Determined, although she's lame
For one last walk beside her man.
Whose ashes grace the forest way
We roamed together yesterday.
And, to the wilder god I pray:
Give her soul some woods to run,
A stick to fetch, a patch of sun.
And near her, Pan, preserve a place
For me, come from a lesser race.