Goodbye, My Soul

We laid our faithful, loving dog, Psyche, to sleep today. She has been a good dog.

I remember the way she would chase the boy child around and around the house, nipping at his heels to make him run faster, the way she would bark a high, piercing bark of concern when I tickled the girl child until she squealed. I remember the way she would press her face into my leg and nuzzle for attention.

She has been a good dog; goodbye my soul.