I luckily have been accepted to be my dog's, dog. This pooch has been through the good and the bad with me. I bought him at four weeks old. My last Westie died a month before I purchased him. He is fourteen years old and with a heavy heart, at the end of his journey. So I watch him very closely, But I was struck by the evidence before me. This dog would never leave me, not even for any of my ex's who have. He has truly been my best friend. This summer I found him to be pissing blood and I have not worked in three years so I have not been able to afford vet bills. I also have come to the realization that he is at the inevitable end of his journey, but just the same I am human and help not being my concern I am disheartened by these events. He has been to all of my poetry readings and even been to church with me. We go everywhere together and when we are separated he howls or sleeps at the front door waiting for me. I have never had such a loving and dedicated friend. I have had a writers block lately and won't be posting much in the near future but I hope you all keep posting your work and I am sure poetry will heal my soul. Thank you for your past postings.