Indeed, my sympathies. Reminds me of Missy, the cocker spaniel-beagle mix (beagle coloring, cocker fur) my family owned, who was there through most of my elementary school years, and all the way through high school and college. I remember carrying her in my arms around the block as a puppy shivering in fright at the experience, I remember her eagerly going for leashless walks around that same block with my dad in her prime, and I remember the day she finally died, of what had to be extreme old age. It's been twenty-five years, and when I visit my mom I still half-expect to see Missy lying in a slash of sunlight coming through the front door...
(and Ordnance, sorry about your note going with the duplicate thread...)
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
(and Ordnance, sorry about your note going with the duplicate thread...)
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.