Goodboy, had a good life for 10 years. One morning I went out to get him out of his pen and found he had passed away during the night. I was so heart broken for I loved him so much. He was smart and listened most of the time, and was a very good watchdog. It took me two years to get over his loss and then one night I dreamed about him. I was in the woods at our favorite spot and he appeared through the trees and came up to me, pressing himself against my chest and whining low in his throat, like he did when he was alive. Then he stepped away and looked deep into my eyes, turned and walked away. I knew in the dream and afterwards that he was okay and I did not need to be sad any longer. The next day I felt a deep release of all those sad emotions and a sense of peace about his death.
