Nash the Whippet
by Chuck Simpson
My whippet Nash was there when I didn't ask him to be there.
He knew I needed someone to help me through the good and the bad and he knew that he was the one to do the job.
He always checked on me in the house if I was in another room.
He knew when I was sad or happy and we shared those times.
I know that he knows he will leave me tomorrow, but he can't hold on anymore. I am sure he knows that I will be alright.
He will be at peace forever, knowing that our relationship was one of a kind.
His name is Nash and I do cherish the time we had together and the memories will be priceless.