Emma Memorial


April 1, 2003 – November 4, 2012

She was my other eyes that could see above the clouds; my other ears that heard above the winds. She was the part of me that could reach out into the darkness. She told me a thousand times over that I was her reason for being; by the way she rested against my leg; by the way she wagged her nub of a tail at my smallest smile; by the way she showed her hurt when I left without taking her (I think it made her sick with worry when she was not along to care for me.)

When I was wrong, she was delighted to forgive. When I was angry, she clowned to make me smile. When I was happy, she was joy unbounded. When I was a fool, she ignored it. When I succeed, she bragged. Without her, I am only another man. With her, I was all-powerful. She was loyalty itself.

She taught me the meaning of devotion. With her, I knew a secret comfort and a private peace. She brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.

Her head on my knee healed my human hurts. Her presence by my side was protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. She had promised to wait for me… whenever… wherever—in case I needed her. She wasn’t just my dog. She was also my best friend… and I miss her dearly.