|Sleep well my friend. (Master Bedroom by Andrew Wyeth)|
He wasn't mine.
He lived far away.
I've only known him for a few short years.
I don't even have a decent photo of him.
Today I miss him terribly, but I know he's happy where ever he is, because he was always happy where ever he was.
But he was the best.dog.in.the.whole.world. (Shhhh don't tell Molly the Wonder Dog, I don't want to hurt her feelings.)