This short text by playwright Eugene ONeill is written from the point of view of his dog, Blemie. With quiet eloquence and dignity, Blemie considers the approaching eventuality of his own death and its effect on his beloved Master and Mistress. He remarks that dogs do not fear death, as humans do, and offers other words of canine comfort related to grieving ("It is painful for me to think that even in death I should cause them pain.") and the possibility of getting a new dog -- a prospect Blemie endorses ("It would be a poor tribute to my memory never to have a dog again.").
This tiny book, written in the voice of a beloved pet, says everything that needs to be said to a Master or Mistress who is mourning the loss of their dearest friend.
The only thing that kept me from giving the book five stars was the tangentially-related illustrations -- dull, unappealing quilts with photographic transfers of dogs stitched into their centers. Certainly, this lovely text could be heightened by beautiful, relevant illustrations. Unfortunately, this edition offers no such thing.
The text rises above the odd choice of illustration, however. This book is perfect for anyone who loves their companion animal(s).
