"When I shall lose my heart's last beat and go across the great green fields beyond this place the dog will rise from his dark bed below the marigolds, and yawn, and set his place with mine, commingling nostalgic sighs for Earth's old trails with loyalty to one who never could concede his amber eyes and tawny coat to long oblivion.
Thus lightly shall we pass, and pause to rest awhile together on transition's knoll that I may calm his eager bounding zet to rush apon green pastures of the soul I have no doubt the gate will ease just wide enough for us to enter side by side"
-Frances Eleanore Schluneger
Rest in Peace our sweet boy. You simply were the best.