Shepherd Py

I really miss you still every~single~day. Life has not been the same since you died and I dont know if it is going to ever be happy as it was when you were with us. Your booty dance was some of the most joyful living I have ever seen. The way you loved to sneak and eat bread and the songs you led the pack in, were just such happy times. You were such a hoot and I loved you so much. You made our lives really happy. And you were gorgeous. You died in July and it has been almost 5 months since that day. I am still completely heartbroken. When you died, it sucked the life out of me, but even before that, when the Dr. told me you had this bad cancer. The other dogs have not forgotten you. They still sing the song you taught them everyday. The baby is getting well with his skin treatment and I wish you were here to be one of his grandpaws. Bo, Blacky and him have sort of formed a family. There is a new guy now who sings with the pack and sleeps on my pillow. He is so pretty and he has this really high voice and he adds beauty to the singing. But the song is the same. Bo starts it sometimes and other times Blacky will start it. Every single dog sings now. It is like a dog symphony in your honor or something. I think you were happy here. I hope that you were. I know that you had a good life before you came home to me, I could tell that you had been loved and fed well and I dont know how your family did not come to the shelter looking for you. As badly as I am grieving, with you gone and can not imagine life without, you, I know someone had to have missed you. I miss you and I love you and my heart aches every day. Thanksgiving is day after tomorrow and Dak is going to his mom's and Eli is coming here. There will be turkey. I wish you were here. I know how much you loved company and food. Sweet boy.