Last Friday I said goodbye to one of my best friends. Some would say he's just a dog, he had zero fucks to give for those people. Sometimes he was Calvin, other times Mr. Man. Some would say it was unconditional love, I would argue from experience it wasn't. He could tell if I was upset, walked away if I was angry, came back and rewarded me for calming down. Calvin made me a better person, he was my teacher and role model. 13 years we traveled the country together, 13 years we jumped into things with a laugh and wagging tail. 13 years I would wake from a bad dream to find him there concerned, now I face those dreams on my own with the lessons he left behind to guide me. 

Calvin was wise, Mr. Man had courage. He will live in my heart until it's final beat.