"Hey, Tank," I said quietly. The dog's head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright. "C'mere boy."He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn't heard in months. "Tank," I whispered. ...It's me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me." Tank reached up and licked my cheek. "So whatdaya say we play some ball?"Read More
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Still carrying emotion of grief and guilt from Mike’s death, I went through the motions in a daze tending to Sierra like I did everything else in life. Then one day she came up and sat next to me laying her head in my lap so I began to talk to her.... She would look right in my eyes like she understood every word I was saying...Read More
All the firemen could do was to try to keep a little water spray on her to keep from singing as she kept making trips running through the open door. You can see some of the singed hair on her back end, forehead and lower legs.Read More