He was my Shadow
by Mary Ann
Shadow was a dog we had gotten from a person who "got too big" for him to handle. He was chained to a light pole.
He was just over a year old when we got him.
He was my best friend. He was my shadow. If I went to the bathroom he was at the door waiting for me. If I went to take a bath he would poke at the door, asking to come in. I said yes he would come in but he did not know how to close the door. I would tell him about it. He would go to "daddy" to ask him to come and close the door.
He would be in the unfenced front yard. All I would have to tell him was to stay in the yard and he would. If a neighbor called him to go over, he would come and look at me as if to say, Is it okay?.
He was such a good dog. When I fell and broke my foot, he was there giving me his paw and licking my face.
I am going to miss him so much. I know his spirit is here with us.
It is just like losing one of your kids.