Wee Bonnie Lass
January 28, 1978- January 1, 1991
I was asked by my sister to write something on the recent loss of my best friend. It took me by surprise that others would be interested in knowing about our relationship.
As I sat down to write, I found it very difficult to come up with a definite something. How do you try to explain almost thirteen years of companionship? Stories and experiences too numerous to list and some even impossible to bring back to memory. Most of these stories would have little interest to others as this friendship was based on a one to one bond that grew, nurtured by every minute of each days living. A personal kind of love that grows deep from within the heart.
Mans best friend. These simple words best describe this bond. If you are as fortunate as I to have discovered the meaning of these words, you truly know there are no better words to write.
We were both creatures of god, one animal, one human, creating a living partnership based on different needs. I was Bonnies master. She looked to me to provide all things she needed and depended upon for her very own survival; food shelter and affection. All things needed for health and well being. Dogs are very sensitive and need that constant reassurance that they are doing right. Bonnie by knowing she was doing right, of by doing so called job, whatever that may have been, by some odd heavenly plan, made her humble and happy and fulfilled her whole life.
My love for her was based on different needs. She too was someone I needed for my own health and well being, but I also needed by as an overflow vent for my own love. She was someone to talk to, to play with and to cry with, acknowledging my every mood. She was my therapist. My world, no matter demanding and stressful it became, always dwindled down to a more manageable situation with just a little hug and kiss from her. Having her by my side, laying there happy and content, or watching her running carefree from the fields, brought an overall freshness to my world. She taught me to appreciate and treasure the simple things in life.
They say that dogs dont go to heaven, for they have no souls. This I feel is untrue, fore her spirit is locked deep within my heart and there it will remain forever, in this life and the life thereafter. There are and always will be dogs and animals in my life and they will all have a special place in my heart. Their love and memories rekindled with just a pat on my heart. It is for those memories that I am forever thankful. Goodbye dear friend.
Christopher Z. Nestor
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