... missing my Dog.
He was such a good sport. He put up with these four kids like no other. (Yes those are stickers down his back when he was dealing with a skin condition and he's moving for an ear nibble of one of the boys.)
I just took a walk across the vast darkness of our farm to put the chickens to sleep. As I walked, I saw Scrubs' grave. And I thought: "I'd really like to pet that dog one more time."
I wonder if I'll ever not miss him.