Borepatch had to put his dog, Wolfgang down.
I can’t imagine the pain.
I work at home. My big dude follows me around all day.

Both of them roust me when it’s time to walk, time to quit for the day.
Time to take a break and play.
Today he posted a longer piece, RTWT.
But of course, he wasn’t our child, he was our dog. Rather than three score and ten, we had him for a decade and one. We are now constantly reminded of him by his absence, where he should be waiting for us but is not. Yesterday morning was the hardest; rather than him eager to see me get out of bed, it was silence. I’m sort of wrecked, losing someone like that. I am sure glad that I have The Queen Of The World with me.
Borepatch
He has a wonderful quote at the end…
Near this spot rests one who had
Epitaph to a Dog
Beauty without Vanity;
Strength without Insolence:
Courage without Ferocity;
and all Man’s Virtues with none of his vice
Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s awful dusty in here.
We are usually not worthy of them, but it gives us something to aspire to, doesn’t it.
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