My dearest friend Lisa lost her puppy this past weekend. Clue was a great friend, a wonderful playmate, and a good son. He shall be deeply missed.
I only met him a couple times, but I feel like he’s a part of me, too – in fact, there’s a dirt stain on the toe of my right running shoe from when I kicked his filthy tennis ball through their deck railing back in July.
I got a 6-pack of Flying Dog Doggie Style Ale tonight and toasted his memory well.
Kinda looks like him, no?
Illo by Ralph Steadman
1 comment:
So sorry for your loss, it always hurts when our dogs die. I wish they lived longer. I'll toast Clue's memory with a cold Aussie beer.
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