posted on Oct, 26 2016 @ 10:09 AM
I had a couple of great dogs. Annie, Nikki, Shasta. Special in their own ways. Taken for granted when I think about it.
But really, this thread is about you Abner. I wasn't your master, I wasn't your brother, or your daddy. I think we were friends.
I still find it hard to believe that you're gone, and I tear up just thinking about you. You were a dang awesome dog! I don't care what the cat
said about you...
It has been a whole year since you've been gone. And I can still feel your fluffy ears, at least in my memory.
Besides being such an awesome dog, you were there during the most pivotal part my life- The onset of manhood.
You were there when I met the woman who would become my wife, you would save me from numerous disasters before that, and you were there to welcome my
three boys as any Great dog would- and you even liked Moe kitty.
I still remember clearly the first day we moved up north to be near Shannon, and I was so nervous about meeting her parents, I pulled over at a park
and we hung out there for a while – if just to burn a little time. Finally after getting some courage, we hopped in the truck and drove the rest of
the way to her house. As soon as we got there, you hopped out, eager to meet her parent's dog, instantly making a friend. Just like you always did.
I am sorry that I didn't devote more time to you, but you were truly my friend, and my heart aches for you buddy.