Last week my faithful old black lab came down to the house early in the morning,laid up against the front door and passed. I was kind of wondering if he would make the winter,but hadn’t expected it quite so soon. It’s a blessing he went quickly and didn’t suffer,but still kind of a shock, and it’s the little things every day that remind me of him,and make me miss him. He would greet me at the door first thing when I went outside to check the cattle,then follow me up to the barn,though no longer able to make the trek to the field,then follow me back to the house for his breakfast. He would greet me again when I drove back in from the school bus,and stay by my side for whatever I’m doing during the day. He loved to go for rides in the side by side,investigating trails and scents while we were working in the bush. He was our best driveway alarm,alerting us to someone pulling in the yard,then leading them to the house to purchase syrup,all the time with his tail proudly wagging. Mostly of all though he was a constant companion to greet you and follow you around faithfully,no matter the weather or how your day was going.R.I.P COLE