You’ve been gone longer than you were here. That makes me awfully sad.
You were such a good thing in my life.
I knew when you pooped on the floor at Petsmart on our way home from picking you out that we had absolutely no idea what we were getting into with you.
Remember how you chewed up all my cookbooks? I still have them you know…I don’t use them much anymore but I can’t bear to part with them.
They remind me too much of you.
It’s true that we didn’t know what life would be like with a Labrador…with you… Nor did we know just how magnificent a dog you would turn out to be.
My heart aches a little, sometimes a lot, every June 10.
Miss you old Pal. I always, always miss you.
Is there really a Rainbow Bridge?