Dear Jaybo,
I hope I'm not too late to chime in and I hope I don't dig things up but here is a poem by Rudyard Kipling that a friend offered to me when the "steak stealer" went away years ago.
I've sort of taken it on myself to offer it to everyone on the internet that I know who has lost a dog. I offer it with my deepest sympathy for your loss.
Four Feet
I have done mostly what most men do,
And pushed it out of my mind;
But I can't forget, if I wanted to,
Four-Feet trotting behind.
Day after day, the whole day through --
Wherever my road inclined --
Four-feet said, "I am coming with you!"
And trotted along behind.
Now I must go by some other round, --
Which I shall never find --
Somewhere that does not carry the sound
Of Four-Feet trotting behind.
Rudyard Kipling
Sincerely,
Tim Murphy