I have done mostly what most men do,
And pushed it out of my mind;
But I can't forget, if I wanted to,
Four-Feet trotting behind.
Day after day, the whole day through --
Wherever my road inclined --
Four-feet said, "I am coming with you!"
And trotted along behind.
Now I must go by some other round, --
Which I shall never find --
Somewhere that does not carry the sound
Of Four-Feet trotting behind.
For weeks, Bagel had been getting weaker and weaker. Then a few days ago, she couldn't stand up. There was nothing the vet could do. She was just old and very, very tired. She died peacefully, in my arms. I never loved any other animal the way I loved her.
It's always hard to say good-bye, but I always find another friend. Because I'm not complete without a dog.