By my reckoning, today would be Sam’s 28th birthday. He came to live with me and Allen on April 22, 1989, and according to the vet who examined him for us, he was about eight weeks old, so we made his birthday February 1, 1989.
I still make room on the bed for him.
Dammit Bobby. You sure know how to turn on the waterworks. Tissues, please .Hope you are enjoying “Doggie” heaven, Sam!!