I can't think of anything that brings me
closer to tears than when my old dog -
completely exhausted after a hard day in the field -
limps away from his nice spot in front of the fire
and comes over to where I'm sitting
and puts his head in my lap,
a paw over my knee, and closes his eyes,
and goes back to sleep.
I don't know what I've done to deserve that kind of friend.
You will be forever missed.
"Watch em Chuck"