As I’ve been looking through ALL of my photos of my boy, I noticed something I hadn’t before. His first photos, showed a panic expression in his eyes….I hadn’t really noticed it until now….when all his photos have different looks in his eyes.
Here is a photo of him doing what he LOVED to do the most on the weekends when I was home!
I adopted Gerry in the spring, and we had the summer, and then the fall brought dog walkers and a crate more often…which he didn’t mind at all. Sam is the younger of the two; she is the daughter I never had. Her older sister Caitlin, was the one I wanted to set an independent example for when I moved in next door. YOU do NOT need a man…..a dog eventually, but not a man necessarily.
Samantha (now a senior in HS and Caitlin, now 22 and working a full time.
This was taken the first fall I had Ger….2011…
I didn’t present it that way to my students, but I hope everyone here has a sense of humor. My mother is part Native American, and so…I feel like I can get away with it here. If nothing else, we’ve all gained a larger sense of humor when it comes to life and our pets. Happy fall, y’all!
..and sad when you don’t. It’s getting into fall, and I am realizing how much we both depended on each other for “snug time” warmth. I miss whispering everything int his ear.
Gerry looking out his window, in three different shots. The bed WAS a “guest bedroom” bed, but it quickly became his, as he could look out over all of “the land” each and every day.
Now, when I sleep in his bed, or just lay there for a bit, I am looking over where he is buried.