She is my other eyes that can see above the clouds, my other ears that hear above the winds.

She is the part of me that can reach out into the sea.

She has told me a thousand times over that I am her reason for being.

By the way she rests her head against my leg.

By the way she wiggles her tail at my smallest smile.

By the way she shows her hurt when I leave without taking her. (I think it makes her sick with worry when she is not along to care for me.)

When I am wrong, she is delighted to forgive.

When I am angry, she clowns to make me smile.

When I am happy, she is joy abounded.

When I am a fool, she ignores it.

When I succeed, she brags.

Without her, I am only just another person.

With her, I am all-powerful.

She has taught me the meaning of devotion.

She is loyalty itself.

With her, I know a secret comfort and a private peace.

She has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.

Her head on my knee can heal my human hurts.

Her presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things.

She has promised to wait for me...whenever..wherever.

In case I need her...

And I expect I will...as I always have...

She is My Heartbeat, She is My Freedom, She is My Bekah, She is My Dog.

Adapted from "He is My Dog" found at For Pits' Sake

This is dedicated in memory of Rebekah Sue Russ, 12/31/95 - 02/13/2006, my Psychiatric Service Dog and Best Friend, and

also dedicated to the precious friend who came along to pick up the pieces 14 February 2006, my "service kid"and comforter, Diane Chameleon -

I would not have made it through all this heartache, pain and confusion without you, Di! Thank you is not really saying enough . . . so, let's go to Jack in the Box! Hee hee!

Bekah was truly my Gift from God, she was a Gift of His love, a Gift of Freedom on four legs, but she belongs to Him first and always and she is His to take home. I cannot yet find the reason that I have to go on without her, why I have to wake up alone at night (well, not truly alone, you are never alone when you know that God is always there for you), but I do miss having her to hug, seeing her smile, and talking things over with her. However, God did send another friend to hold out her hand and say, "I'll help you," and I thank Him for that. And, I will try to be patient until I can see my Bekah running across that Rainbow Bridge to meet me, knowing that then, we will never be apart from God or each other again. And, now He has sent little sister, Phoebe! Thank You again, Lord!

Thank you Lord, Jesus! Please put a hand on my shoulder while You hug that beautiful, loving, smiling Bekah You created to share with me.

I miss you, Beks!

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of one of His loving ones. Psalm 116: 15