Ah, Clarity, now I am crying all over again at work. Emerson might have been the coolest dog I ever had the pleasure of loving on. He was always right there by the fence, to give a lick, as I leaned over. I remember when I would sneak Emerson under the fence, to play with Binx, and return him to your yard all slobbery and stinky. Emerson had such a way of just looking at you, you just knew he was a people doggie, and needed lots of contact.


I did what any other pet lover and compassionate person would do. I saw the need, and filled it. I will remain forever saddened that it wasn't the outcome we prayed for.

Johanna