Olga is in Doggy Heaven.

Olga

Age 13, ~1996 - January 02, 2009

Farewell, my friend. You shall not be forgotten by me nor the countless people you have touched

Rachel
January 16, 2009 Rachel
January 16, 2009 Rachel
January 16, 2009 Rachel
January 16, 2009 Rachel
January 16, 2009 Rachel
January 16, 2009 Rachel
January 16, 2009 Rachel
January 16, 2009 Sam
January 08, 2009 Sam
January 08, 2009

Just after the new year, One died that possessed
affection without being overbearing,
stellar beauty without knowing it,
and a love for life till the very end.

These kind words would be unmeaning
flattery to describe any human, but represent
a just tribute to Olga, a dog who died the 2nd
of January, 2008.

(Ripped off from Lord Byron, but changed for another wonderful dog that, like Boatswain, will never be forgotten)

The rest of the unedited poem by Lord Byron follows...

"When some proud son of man returns to earth,

Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,

The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe,

And storied urns record who rest below:

When all is done, upon the tomb is seen,

Not what he was, but what he should have been:

But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,

The first to welcome, foremost to defend,

Whose honest heart is still his master's own,

Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,

Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth,

Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth:

While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,

And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,

Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power,

Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,

Degraded mass of animated dust!

Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,

Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit!

By nature vile, ennobled but by name,

Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.

Ye! who perchance behold this simple urn,

Pass on --- it honours none you wish to mourn:

To mark a friend's remains these stones arise;

I never knew but one, --- and here he lies."