Abby is romping in doggie heaven now. She was my daughter’s dog, but I was happy she let me be part of her pack. Even with a gimpy leg and the ability to pass gas that could be classified as a bioweapon, I thought she was the perfect dog.
This is the face Abby would probably pull if she could hear me. She would tell me to enjoy my memories, that now is all we have, and by the way am I going to share that sandwich? Like I said, the perfect dog.
Luck and wisdom!