You looked deep into my eyes
and I knew it was love at first sight.We didn\’t need wordsbut used them for special occasions.You protected me when I didn\’t know I needed it,yet in the end, I wasn\’t there for you.When I came back, you looked deep into my eyesand I could see the love was still the same.
After Zerk died, I was ruined. My parents and grandmother knew there was no consoling me, yet somehow it happened.I don\’t know where they got him, but I named him Prince. He erased the pain I felt from losing my wonderful baby-friend. One of the greatest things was he would sit on my foot; he started it when he was the size shown in the photo above and kept it up when he was fully-grown. It was something he didn\’t do to anyone else and I loved it.Prince was a protector. No one came in the house or on the property without us having to put him up somewhere. It was extremely useful when I had to deal with annoying school mates. Prince kept them in check.However, I had to leave him when I went away to university. I didn\’t realize what the ravages of time can do and as I think back, wonder how much of his physical deterioration was due to heartbreak as well. I know I was heartbroken at leaving him behind (there was no way I could have him in a dormitory and would not have been able to afford to feed him if I could), so perhaps he was also heartbroken at my leaving. I came home that first year to the loss of my Nana (she\’d had a stroke a few years earlier and died just before finals — my parents didn\’t want to tell me because they knew I would have left immediately to be there, even though there was nothing I could do for her); she was the first person I asked about on the drive home and they told me she was gone.I walked into the house, looking for Prince. My dad warned me that he wasn\’t doing well and I steeled myself for the unknown. I heard a strange noise and he came around the corner, dragging his back end. \’His hips are gone,\’ Dad said. Prince was part German Shepherd, a breed known to have hip problems.\’What do we do?\’ I asked, frantically.My dad looked away as Prince dragged himself to me. He couldn\’t wag his tail but the glow in his eyes … the love I felt as I knelt down to hold him and feel his breath …\’There\’s nothing we can do.\’I looked up at my dad. \’Is he suffering?\’\’He never complains.\’Over that Christmas break, my dad and I took Prince to the vet. I was in the room as he crossed the Rainbow Bridge. My tears mingled with the earth as I dug his grave way in the back of what had been my Nana\’s garden. I did it alone, the last hour I would ever spend with him.