Senior Alex Thompson

This past November we had to have our fourteen year old Golden Retriever euthanized; there were no other options, and although we all knew that, it was a day that remains dim for our family.

Thompson was my friend; he liked everyone he came across as well as all those who came across him.

I remember a bit of a poem I heard many years ago, but I can not reference it properly. To its author, I apologies, but it has provided me solace.

“Old dog, old dog, come and lay your head upon my knee.

Dear God, Dear God, let this poor dog go and live in peace.”