My first dog, Carlos lived to 19 years, and Poco lived to nearly 14.
Poco passed a year ago last November. Losing him hurts as much today as it
did a year and a half ago. Not a day goes by I don't think of him.
Somedays I still think I see him laying on his favorite pillow.
Carlos passed just this Feb.
How do you wake up every day for 19 years to a dog, and then wake up
to a world that he doesn't exist in ? It's been brutal.
I guess I'm as proud that he had such a long, happy life as am I sad
that he's gone.
I feel proud to have shared my life with both of them.
I told them that every day they walked the earth.
They were perfect souls, and my best friends.
Well done, faithful friends....well done.