After 17 years, I had to say goodbye to a best friend. My Logan, we grew up together–I was six, you were just weeks old. Every memory back home has you in it. You helped me through childhood, adolescence and into adulthood. You were the best in what makes a dog family. You gave your kisses freely and full of unconditional love. Running around the yard, barking just because you can; that’s how I will remember you. Your poor body just gave out, but I took your suffering, my sweet, sweet old man, and made it my own. I let these tears flow freely for you. You will be missed terribly. I love you.