Old
dogs don't die; they can't. They've merely run up ahead; they're
waiting for us just out of sight. Close your eyes late at night and you
may smell his musky
odor, or perhaps
hear his snuffle from the next room. Pay attention and you may feel his
nose on your hand or the back of your calf. When your final day comes,
you can go on to meet him; he's never left you and never will, and when
you close your eyes for the last time, you'll open them again to be met
with his Bright eyes and wagging tail.