We ran on Indiana soil.
We ran in lake effect snow.
Amidst the silence, the darkness,
we ran through mist and shadow.
Fourteen years of unconditional friendship,
filling our lives with joy.
Back and forth you went,
from rawhide to chew toy.
Through cloudy eyes was a full heart,
a soul, yearning for outdoor companionship.
Joining me for adventures,
I can think of no better kinship.
Now, you rest in the soil you once patrolled.
A life, fulfilled, despite.
One day, I will step out of the Darkness,
and meet you in the Light.
Rest in Peace, Fritz-ey Boy.