I know I haven't written in a long while but I haven't done much really. Today though was totally different...

 Well, today I wallow in my greif while I sit a home with the music low and nothing to interupt me. And I wish there was going to be something there but unfortunately there will not be and never will again. For today I was struck with tragic news of my dog's death. I wish I didn't have to hear those words from my sister's mouth but there she was sitting with me in my room telling me what happened. Gradually she warmed up to asking me how I was doing and such.

From what I know, he had a run in with wild boar at our friend's ranch. He usually takes them when he goes so they can run and romp about. He and Penny, my friend's dog, went out and Penny didn't come back until a few hours later, she was really messed up. Thankfully, she was not too badly injured. A few hours had passed and so our friend went out with a few of his own friends to search for Sess. Soon, night was upon them and they didn't find Sess. So, my friend went out the next morning to a creek Sess really loved to play in. That is where he found him, on the ground, dead with no life in him and a puncture wound to his lung.

Even as I write this, those tears keep on coming. I can't stop for the life of me, because really I was attached to this creature in more ways than anyone could understand. Perhaps some of you who may come upon this journal will think I am stupid. Go ahead and think what you will for you will probably not understand. You do not know me nor do you know my past; those being the reasons why I loved that dog. From the first time I held him in my arms at the Humane Society and even right now, he is special. If he had lived until October, he would be two years old. Now I feel torn and useless, it feels as if something is now missing. Dogs do go to heaven right?

Here is my small shrine to my one of a kind dog: My Beautiful and Go Lucky Puppy