Ah but I do; I do notice the air. Occasionally I catch those wispy ears and furry bedroom slippers out of the corner of my eyes. I close my eyes and see his, deep brown and ever soulful in earnest anticipation of his favorite Milk-Bones. No fancy biscuits for that boy.
I'll never forget the way people responded to him and I remember how he would often just sit and hold up a paw like Lassie when addressed. I hear him yowling in sonic splendor to my harmonica as we rolled along all those roads in my old truck.
What a creature of love he was and is in all his loving eternal ghostness...
If you haven't already, get you some more. I remember one time at the doctor's office, the doctor was a big champion of the notion that being around animals was good for your health and that I should make sure and get some animals. He had no idea.
Oh yes it'll happen at some point. Shiloh has been away for a few years now...I need a bit more time maybe. I do get to still love on all the critters I come across. I'm often accused of trying to steal their hearts by their masters. That would be the truth...
Ah but I do; I do notice the air. Occasionally I catch those wispy ears and furry bedroom slippers out of the corner of my eyes. I close my eyes and see his, deep brown and ever soulful in earnest anticipation of his favorite Milk-Bones. No fancy biscuits for that boy.
I'll never forget the way people responded to him and I remember how he would often just sit and hold up a paw like Lassie when addressed. I hear him yowling in sonic splendor to my harmonica as we rolled along all those roads in my old truck.
What a creature of love he was and is in all his loving eternal ghostness...
If you haven't already, get you some more. I remember one time at the doctor's office, the doctor was a big champion of the notion that being around animals was good for your health and that I should make sure and get some animals. He had no idea.
Ah but I do; I do notice the air. Occasionally I catch those wispy ears and furry bedroom slippers out of the corner of my eyes. I close my eyes and see his, deep brown and ever soulful in earnest anticipation of his favorite Milk-Bones. No fancy biscuits for that boy.
I'll never forget the way people responded to him and I remember how he would often just sit and hold up a paw like Lassie when addressed. I hear him yowling in sonic splendor to my harmonica as we rolled along all those roads in my old truck.
What a creature of love he was and is in all his loving eternal ghostness...
A lot of love in that face. 
