I miss Gilligan, he breathed alot. To understand you would have to have been there.
I never met Joe. I miss him anyway.
I miss Phudd everyday. I think about him everyday.
My friend John (humblegunner) helped me bury him. He has a cairn. A thousand plus pound cairn. We visited it awhile back but couldn't stay long. Longer next time.
Here is a picture of humblegunner's Dad holding Mr. Phudderson.
We old men have buried a lot of dogs. We carry the memories everyday.
Thanks for the tag line, friend.