My dearest little Guinea - you were an odd dog from the beginning, which made me fall in love with you from the start. Quiet as a cat, with such soulful black eyes that watched me adoringly, even when I was not at my best. We did it all together - hiking, camping, sleeping, playing, eating - we were very rarely away from one another and it was grand.
You gave my marriage your blessing. You were the proud mother when each of the boys were born. You loved them with kindness and loyalty. Together you romped and screamed and had such a fun time.
In the end you were silent and brave. The signs were there, but I wouldn't see them. How could I? But then one day you looked so sad and when the boys came for a pet, you looked confused. So I picked you up and took you into the sunshine and for a short time you smiled and rolled. I rubbed your belly and I promised myself that I would do it more often.
And then, only a few days later, you looked so sorrowful, so I cradled you to me and we sat on the porch, listening to the rain. You gazed at me and I looked into your eyes and I finally understood. And I cried.
Those final moments together were so peaceful, yet the most painful I ever experienced. If I could, I would start all over again with you. At least I got to hold you and tell you that I love you.
Now you rest forever in our garden, where I sit and mourn the death of my best friend. My true hope is that you were happy and that you know I will never ever forget you, dear friend.
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