Missing... I've always been a dog person from the 1960s with the family dog, right through my adult life. Or at least up to 2003 when we went full time rving and we decided not to have a dog as part of our rving lifestyle. But it doesn't mean that I don't have a special place in my heart for each and every one of them... They were family. Losing each of them was heart breaking. But there are lots of great memories. No matter what, they were always glad to see you, always there for you, always a constant companion, always giving unconditional love. I think of them from time to time... And my heart grows heavy. The family dog "honey" is the farthest from my memory. "Bear" was a cinnamon chow. "Smoky" was a black chow with slightly gray shimmers to her fur... hence her name. "Shadow" was a coal black lab with beautiful brown eyes. I miss them all. So here's to wonderful memories of family memories. Rest in Peace knowing you were loved beyond belief. It's bitter sweet to think if them... great memories... And sadness at their loss.
