Dogs are great. There are so many great stories about dogs. I love to watch the dog's response when his/her master comes home from war, or a "cheesey" cute video of dogs dressed up or doing something funny. My childhood dog, Thor, died while I was in college. I cried so hard all the girls in dorm thought my boyfriend had broken up with me. After Thor died, I had a hard time wanting another dog. First there was Maggie, who after long deliberation I gave to a roommate who had bonded very deep with Maggie. Then Elbert, who was stolen from my backyard, and despite my efforts never returned. Then, there was Noah. Noah is not my dog. He's my best friend's dog. I spent a summer with him during a very hard time in my life. He looked so much like Thor, and after my grandma died that spring, he helped me heal. Nostalgia is good for the soul.
Dogs don't tell you to stop crying, and they don't try to fix your problems. Noah would actually just snuggle into you, or try to make you play ball with him. He had this funny way of taking what felt like at least three-quarters of his weight and rest it on your leg while standing. He was a great "leaner", in more ways in one.
I got the call a week or so ago. Noah has bone cancer. I wish you could lean on me, and somehow I could save you. But, since I can't, I say to you- thank you. Here's to you sweet, loving dog, who slobbered all over the place. Thank you for being one of the greatest dogs that ever was - at least to me. Thanks for being there when I really needed you, and for being such a loyal companion to my best friend. We will miss you.
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