Goodbye, my Keiss . . .
Goodbye, my Keiss . . . The long handle blended into the browns and gray hues of the desert. It was only broken by the haphazardness of the mesquite bushes that dotted the expanse beyond ...
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An absolutely lovely tribute to a very much loved companion. I completely understand what your going through. The DW and I lost one of our boys back in Fed. who was our senior and he and I was so very close. The pain is as fresh at it was that cold day in Feb. that I had to make that oh so dreaded trip. I also find myself going to find him when I could swear I heard his unique voice. Not to mention I still go to the door and wait for him to come in and low and behold he isn't coming back. I truly hope your pain eases soon for you.
Doug
Doug
