Before me, there was him.
In fact, he shared the very first photo I ever saw of my husband at the start of our cross country romance.
He was a faithful friend, a gentleman of the highest caliber.
He persevered through lots of changes in the last fifteen years – a Northern California ranch dog who was asked to adjust to the arctic tundra of Upstate New York.
A passionate bird dog who had to tolerate the squirrel invasions of our yard in tiny town Virginia.
A prized companion who showed unrelenting dignity as new family additions arrived to displace him.
A stoic and faithful friend who loved nothing more than going for a run with His Guy.
Rest in Peace sweet friend, We’re going to miss you.