He was my other eyes, that could see above the clouds;

my other ears that heard above the winds.

He was the part of me that could reach out into the sea.

He told me a thousand times over that I was his reason for being;

by the way he rested against my leg;

by the way he wagged his tail at my smallest smile;

by the way he showed his hurt when I left without taking him along;

sick with worry that he wasn't there to care for me.

When I was wrong, he was delighted to forgive me.

When I was angry, he clowned around to make me smile.

When I was happy, he was joy unbounded.

When I was a fool, he ignored it.

Without him, I'm just another person

With him, I had the world.

He was loyalty itself.

He taught me the meaning of true devotion.

With him I knew a secret comfort and a private peace.

He bought me understanding where before I was ignorant.

His head on my knee would heal my human hurts.

He kissed away my tears, bad feelings and woe.

His presence by my side was protection from dark unknown things.

He would wait for me ~ whenever ~ wherever ~ just in case I needed him.

He's not just a dog.

                                                                         Author Unknown

My boy... Ozzy.  He was everything a true Newfoundland should be in every respect.  They say time is a great healer, but some days can be unbearable when memories flood back.  The fear of loving a dog, is knowing that one day they'll be gone and you can never replace a heart that knows or eyes that express all you feel.  So no, he was not "just a dog".  Stay with me and share in some of the wonderful adventures we had on this beautiful piece of heaven.