To say you have had the best dog of your life, might be short sided.  But I can honestly say, we have.  Sid was more than four legs and a wagging tail.  She was a friend, confidant, and loyal companion.  She’d greet you every morning with a nudge to the hand, and lick to the face.  And boy was she excited to head out and do barn chores.  Heart, she had more heart than all our dogs put together.  No task to big or mountain too small.  Go all day and never quit.  When she got a little older, we would have to remind her to slow down, because the next day she would pay for it.  Cow dogs have a tough life, if they love what they do, there is no whoa to their program.  Sid didn’t know whoa.  She was 9-0 every minute of every day.  She understood English, and if you called her old, you would offend her.  You had to refer to her stiff mornings and slow shuffle as “Your getting Retired”.  I could go on and on about our retired friend.  But for know all I have is Thanks You, and see you soon.  No other words will ever surmount the love we have for you.  Good Bye retired dog, until we gather cows again.

You were just a dog. But a good dog. Right from the start. Your loyalty was never in question. And what you didn’t know, you didn’t know because I never took the time to teach you.

When you were young I was harder on you. I expected you to understand the basics…and you learned them. A “bad dog” was like a whip on your back.

But when uncontrollable instinct got you in trouble, I didn’t hold it against you. I doctored you up, changed your bed and remembered that reason gets left behind in the heat of passion. Be it skunks, gyps or cloven hooves.

You were patient with the young, pups or kids. They pulled your hair, barked around you in circles and rode on your back. I never had to worry. They were safe with you.

You suffered the indignities of veterinary examinations, injections, probings and overnight incarcerations, refusing always to lift you leg under anyone’s roof.

You posed for pictures, rode on loads like an acrobat and endured spring clippings yet never lost your dignity.

A fierce guardian of your territory, you did your best to protect us. I knew better than to shout you down at two in the morning. I always figured you were barking for a purpose.

Old age was not unkind to you. Despite the hearing loss, cataracts and stiff joints, you carried on. Sure, I had to help you in the pickup, but you were part of the crew. I noticed you ate less, slept later and turned gray but you never lost your enthusiasm for being part of our outfit.

People debate if dogs have a heaven. I’m not sure that matters. What is heaven to a dog? Enough to eat, something to chase, shade in the summer, someone to scratch your ears and pay you a little attention now and then.

All I know is you added to our life. Companion, listener, guardian and connection to a part of nature we tend to overlook because we’re too busy worrying about the minutiae of life.

You reminded us to appreciate a sunny day, a bone to chew and a kind word. You’ll be missed around here.

You were just a dog. But you’ll be in my heaven. Rest in peace, old friend.

Link to Baxter Black Poem: https://youtu.be/tkL9PoOABPE