Gonzo

My beautiful Gonzo has crossed over the rainbow bridge and my heart is breaking for him. He wasn't just a dog he was my everything and I have nothing now but a big empty hole in my heart where he took a big chunk of it with him. In all I can think of him and everything I can't write about him, this poem I learnt years ago says it all:- He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. Gonzo is gone and it's gonna be so lonely without him. Rest easy my beautiful boy.