I talk to him when I’m lonesome like;
and I’m sure he understands.
When he looks at me so attentively,
and gently licks my hands;
then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes,
but I never say naught thereat.
For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes,
but never a friend like that. ~W. Dayton Wedgefarth
For the first time in 13 years, I’m dog-less, and that’s a lonely feeling.