• The thing that I hold dear to me is my dog Icy, before I had to put her down. She was like a daughter to me I raised her from birth. Although she was only a year and a half I wouldn't allow her to suffer so I chose the only course I could we couldn't afford treatment so now here I am suffering. My loss was great but her's was greater. As she went to sleep her body fell limp and grew cold. When she drew her last breath she whispered "I love you" in my ear, but as she lingers still waiting to move on and be born a new she still whispers to me "I'm here".
    My dog was the sweetest rotwiler with deep set eyes that filled with sorrow when you looked at her. She was a gentle spirit with plenty of energy to spare as she ran circles around the house, chased by her sister sonja. When she smiled you couldn't help but see a vibrant beauty that lay in sleep. When she howled it's like a soft symphony or sonet, but when she sat up on her hind legs proper and balanced you saw a princess or an angel praying to the gods above.
    The warmth of her smile brought me true happiness, but now that smile has gone where I can not follow and left me with sorrow. I know she's here protecting me as she did at the vets but it pains me to know that I trouble her so. I know that when I'm lost in darkness she will be the light to lead me from the tunnel. As graceful she slumber in heaven's ninth cloud, she comes down to me as my protector. The greatest thing in the world to me. My forever light in darkness. My Icy.