Thursday, June 5, 2008

sad days.

my angel, my best buddy, my boogie, my captain dirtyfoot.  Potato is gone.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

D, sorry about Potato-doggo! His memory is forever and its a great one. At the risk of cliche, I love this Ernest thought
"
The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry. "

~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms, 1929

Have a nice trip and call me anytime.

Anonymous said...

So, so sorry. I'm sure he felt your extreme love to the end. The best part of the final chapter is that you were there at the end, and that's got to bring some comfort. Nevertheless, yes, there will always be a Potato-shaped hole in your heart, no doubt about that. Let's get together soon (Stephen's writing to you to schedule) and raise a glass to your best friend.
XO Kelly