It's the last portrait I will take with you. The last time I get to rub your velvety ears or scratch your chin. The last time I will tell you that you are my good dog like I have for the past seventeen years. You have been my frisbee dog, the one I trip over or chase out of the kitchen, the one who caught the goose but did not know what to do with it. You have been there when the day is long ready to play. And although I know it is time to say goodbye I can’t, so I will say, until I see you again old friend.