I just realized that without my dog Yoshi, who passed away last Christmas, I would never have learned the meaning of unconditional love.
His passing left me with a profound feeling of sadness and grief. Seeing him die tore my heart apart. But the memory of his love for me and my love for him mended all the wounds.
I still cry, I still miss him. And I thank him for the lessons he teaches me, even after his physical form perished.
The voice of my dog really is the voice of God. To me at least.
Farewell my brother. See you soon.