This Sunday marked the third anniversary of our beloved Beau’s passing. I read this blog and marvel at the life I lead because of his absence.
Journal #7: Remembered As He Was
His hair would be in places he never ventured into.
There was that ongoing argument between Eddy and I about whether Beau in fact never really entered our bedroom. Eddy would look at the amount of hair on the carpet or the side of the bed and be like “He was here, you can’t tell me that dog wasn’t in here!” I’d defend Beau to the death and point out that…
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