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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It's a very very sad thing to read this. Without a doubt our dog's are our best friends, tops. And of course we know that time takes a bit of the edge off of the loss, but isn't the loss what makes the memory so much sweeter? Lynn and I were driving through northern Arizona to Utah this week and stopped at the exact spot where we spent the night on the Indian Reservation 14 years ago and came upon a scrawny, malnourished and all alone Bear, that of course adopted us. We feel it man, we feel it, and hope we always will. It's the heart of a dog we fall for, it's the heart.
