Where do I start, old friend of mine, from shadows past to love divine. A child once scared by teeth and bark, found healing light from your loyal spark.

In Madera’s sun I swore no hound would ever in my heart be found, but fate had plans through Vince’s grace, and you, dear Mac, took your place.

Thirteen years you walked beside, through every joy, through tears I’d hide. From Modesto’s yard to Crows Landing’s fields, you guarded hearts your presence healed.

Through storms and laughter, dusk and dawn, you watched our children, helped them grow strong. At my lowest, when I lost my way, you stayed, just quiet, never strayed.

Your paws once danced through city streets, then tread the earth where mountains meet. You earned your rest where pine trees sigh, beneath wide stars in the open sky.

Your life was love — steadfast and true, and all our hearts still beat for you. So thank you, Mac, for all you gave — Our dog, our guardian, forever brave.