I just found this poem and just about busted out in tears. When I was 12, my dog Timmy, the best Cairn Terrier in the WHOLE WORLD died in a car accident. I swore that he was still with me. I felt his presence for years. I still do, when I think about him - even though I live on the other side of the planet from his little grave, in my parents' backyard in Connecticut. I'm not sure anyone else i…