His grave is on the east side of the barn. I walk by there every morning and I do talk to the kid.
I tell him good morning and what a nice day it's gonna be, you'd like it I say and then I tell him I miss him. So I talk to a dead dog every morning, how weird is that? Well it helped me to just talk to my buddy and get it off my chest. After 6 weeks and 2 days I am better. Alpha and Beta were born in my bathroom. Alpha soon to be named the Pootie came out backwards, tail first and that's how He was born and I pulled him out by his tail. 10 days later when his eyes opened up the first thing he saw was me. Daddy he said. He chose me and I loved every minute, hour and day of it. He was a good boy and when I think of him it's all the good positive things, the wonderful things. A celebration and that is how I feel about him. I do miss him but I'm getting through this. He was not my first dog nor will he be my last, I just have to find the right one. The Pootska will live in my heart forever. Picture of his mom and dad and Alpha and Beta.
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