This is Logan. The dog who saved my life. A golden prince of pooch if there ever was one. Without him coming along in a time of unrelenting misery, there would be no novels, no screenplays, no poetry and no me or at least in this current condition. He was a dog with infinite eyes who looked through me when the rage flickered across my existence. As I reached the verge of detonation, a tilted head and an upward glance defused the bomb before it had a change to destroy all that was nearby, including myself. So I decided to post this picture in memory of what he did all his life. He looked out for me.

I owe him everything that I am but now he is gone.

I miss my puppy dearly.