In honor of my Beast

We go from one day to the next. Expecting everything will be the same tomorrow.

My dog is always at my feet, resting when I am resting, active and ready to help,

when he needs to be there. I never had to look around for him, he was always there.

As time goes by, I hardly notice him , because I know he is there. We achieved many

things together, but in the end all that matters is he is not there anymore.

Goodbye Beast, I miss you.