I am a 57 year young man.,annd not ever day I cry for my boy Jeb I lost last June 5..That was such a pretty poem.Well my eyes are filled up and my face it wet with ters and if Jeb was here some how he always new how to stop the tears.He would lick my face.
I miss my dear friend Dot or Kate I have a couple of names for her.Some of you will remember Jeb ,he was a med size dog,a YorkiePoo.All black curly.God I miss him.Again I can't see.I wish I could play with all of the pups and kitties one more time ,,Love Bob