Last night our dear little black Griff died from cushiness and diabetes at age 13 and a half. He has left behind a broken hearted Mommy and Daddy. He was my most devoted loving fan. Not only did he sit under the piano while I played, he followed me around the house all day long. He's the one who didn't like Bach.

When we left the house he would wait by the front door till we came home and jump for joy on our return. At night before bed time he would go in the kitchen and claw the refrigerator door. This meant he wanted a goodie. His favorite treat was thinly sliced garlic roast beef.

Whenever I got upset, he would put his paw on my foot and give me that Brussels Griffon stare with a slightly cocked head..... like no other kind of doggie does. Most of all he would stare at me for hours, like the Jack Russell on Frazier. He always slept at the side of my bed. It goes on and on and on.

There is nobody to blame except maybe God for making these little guys to have such short lives. Yesterday morning I had no idea all this was going to happen. He went so fast. I feel as if a total part of me has been ripped away leaving a huge core of sorrow. My dear wife, thank goodness, having always dreaded this day, is in the process healing today. I keep trying in my logical mind to find an answer to this and someone to blame. I feel that revenge is next to come but who are you going to take it out on? How is it possible to live with such a loss? Will the healing ever begin?