Bessie was your typical basset hound, smart (maybe too smart), smelly, noisy, lazy and a great family dog. She adored Andrew since he rescued her from near death when he got out of high school. She was tied up with another dog, had a broken leg and was almost starved to death.
When we first started dating, she did everything with us. We used to walk down to the McDonald's in town and get her a little cup of ice cream, take her out on the boat, go for nice walks picnics and even camping. She loved a mild spring day, taking a sun bath, sleeping, stealing food or begging for food, following her snout and just being loved.
|7 years ago when I first met Bessie|
|The day Bessie came back home, Jeanette was about a week old.|
So this is where we part, My Friend,
and you'll run on, around the bend,
gone from sight, but not from mind,
new pleasures there you'll surely find.
I will go on, I'll find the strength,
life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave,
share one last look, before I grieve.
There are others, that much is true,
but they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
will remember well all you've taught.
Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
take with you this...I loved you best.
"I loved you best" - by Jim Willis