by May Marlow
March 12th I kissed goodbye my beautiful male "Mighty".
Just shy of 8 years old, he gave me all the love and devotion. He "LOVED" everybody, everything, except those nasty geese that would fly over his head.
He would lick you to death and sit patiently for the next cookie or ice cream. He was my dwarf Pyr's hearing. She looked to him to provide her the signs that we were home, or better yet, something good was to eat...They were best buddies.
Although, I've had Pyr's for probably 20 years now, losing those you cherish is never easy. People have asked "Why do you keep having them?" The answer is simple - "The tears I shed at the time I have to say goodbye, does not match the tears of joy that these dogs have given me through out the years". He will be truly missed.