My sister and I live far apart so we don't get to see each other, often, but she has always been, and will always be, my best friend. She has the best memory of anyone I know, and she can recall the tiniest details when relating a story. Rupert provided much fodder, and she'd have me laughing until I cried at his antics. He was a true "dog comic" and will be remembered for his incredible personality.
I know she and my brother-in-law are hurting very badly and their hearts have big holes in them, now. I wish I had words to fill them, but I don't. I can't even fill my own holes.
I've played this many times, but it seems so fitting--I always think of Lizzie and Jack when I play it, but tonight, this is for you, Rupey. Rest in peace, dear pup. You made a difference in this world.
I was able to get some pictures.
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside... for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements... and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth... though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land... for you are my god... and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should I be deprived of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest...and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
--Beth Norman Harris