I thought he’d last a little longer. I thought he was doing better when I went to see him yesterday. Losing a great dog at 9.5 years is just wrong.
I thought he’d last a little longer. I thought he was doing better when I went to see him yesterday. Losing a great dog at 9.5 years is just wrong.
Good Night, Sweet Prince (written 6/18 morning, crying in my cereal)
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.