Snoopy wasn't just a dog - he was my best friend, my constant companion. He gave unconditional love. He was so strong - he hardly ever showed that something hurt. He trusted me to do anything - cut his toenails, give him pills - I could literally do anything to him and he trusted me not to hurt him or let him be hurt. When I cried, he was there licking my tears or just being by my side. He loved everyone and every dog (well, almost). He taught me so much about joy, about living and loving and enjoying every minute. When we first got him, he didn't walk, he leaped and bounced, his feet hardly ever hitting the ground.

It is so strange now, I come home and there is no Snoopy waiting for me. I see a dog in the shadows of the hallway and I think it is Snoopy looking for me - and it isn't. No one lays on top of me when I am reading, watching TV. (The others are nearby but Snoopy always had a part of himself on me.) The vets wrote me a note and many of you have said the same thing, Snoopy was lucky to have me as his parent/owner. But the truth is I was lucky to have Snoopy. I don't think I will ever have a dog that is so much mine and so much a part of me. I can still feel the softness of his furr, the look of love in his eyes. He was so good with Jasmine and Dominic. He loved little dogs and he was so gentle with them.

Snoopy - you were the best dog anyone could ever have. You will always be in my heart. I love you. You And Rob have a good birthday and Easter tomorrow.