A Dog Wags his Tail with his Heart
My Shadow, who “dogged” my footsteps for 13 years, has gone on ahead without me. He had cancer, and we put him down a few weeks ago. When he couldn’t come to my call, I went to him. When he wasn’t able to make it back to the bedroom, I slept with him on the floor. But when he couldn’t wag his tail, it was time to let him go. Now Shadow’s collar & tags hang from our mantle beneath his picture. And his remains rest by my bedside just as he did in life. Shadow was the last thing I saw each night and the first thing each morning. Every day when I came home from work, he was at the door to greet me. Now Shadow is waiting to welcome me again, and I know his tail is wagging.
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