Dedicated To My Best Friend, Sheba
1989-2000

December 19th, 2000. Today my dog died.  She was 11 years old, and my best friend.
She was a black labrador and beagle mix, and was the most affectionate
and loving dog you could ever meet.  I had her since I was 5,
and I could have done anything to her.  I know I pulled her tail enough,
and rode her like a horse, but yet she just sat there and looked up
with soft brown eyes.  She always had sad eyes, but she was a happy dog.

I played so many games with her when I was little.  We always had the best of times.
She was my show dog, my K-9 police dog, my horse, my sheep dog, a great companion.
When I was older, I would tell her anything, and she would listen.  And look at
me with understanding eyes.  She comforted me when I was sad.
I cried with her and hugged her. My tears would fall on her coal black fur,
and she seemed to understand. She lived with my aunt, and the last time I saw
her, her black fur was getting even whiter, and so were her paws.  I petted her bye,
and gave her a biscuit.  I knew she would not make it to Christmas.
She had arthritis and was limping.  She was getting old and weary.
So I said Good Bye, thinking it might be the last time I ever saw her.
And it was.

I loved her so much and she loved me.  She was so special.  She truly was my
best friend, and she deserves a memorial.  I know I will never meet any other
dog with her personality.  This is my Memorial Page to my dog, Sheba.



SHEBA

She looks at me with soft, brown eyes
That melts my heart, and then she sighs
And rests her head upon my knee
And turns her soulful gaze on me.

The rough, wet tongue that licks my hands
The bark that says she understands
The paw that lifts in supplication
The eyes so filled with adoration.

Adapted from the poem Solo
by John Pickersgill