He died twelve years ago today.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him and miss him. There’s still that worn spot on the bedspread where he slept, and I still make room for him on the bed.
He died twelve years ago today.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him and miss him. There’s still that worn spot on the bedspread where he slept, and I still make room for him on the bed.
I remember him jumping vertically in the snow in Northern Michigan. Like a grasshopper. The most adorable dog that ever drew breath. RIP, Sammy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hrG-FtbWsw
I know you miss him. I am sure you gave him a great life.