YOU WERE MORE than just a dog,more than a companion in the field, you weremy first taste of loyalty, the kind that never wavers,never questions, just follows, step by step,through the tall grass and into the dawn.
I remember the way you’d range ahead,ears perked, body tense with purpose, your heartbeating as one with the land beneath your paws,and when you found your mark, the joy in your eyeswas enough to light up even the grayest morning.
You carried the hunt in your blood,but in mine, you carried something deeper—a bond between a boy and his dog,a connection forged not by words, but bythe silent understanding that we were in this together,in every rise of the sun, in every flutter of wings.
When you were gone, it was like a…
