I've been thinking of my brother lately. May he rest in peace. He got hit by some maniac down our street who didn't have the guts to come knock on our door and say so. (At least that's my theory...) My brother Sam was at least able to make it home to die. We found him the morning after Thanskgiving almost two years ago on the ground covering next to our driveway. The comforting fact is, I know I'll see him again one day.
I was looking at pictures of him the other day. My brother Sam did not mind dogs as much as I do. In fact, that nut tried to make friends with them. It was definitely weird to me. Here are a few of the pictures I found. This is our neighbors dog. He's quite a quack if you ask me. Sam liked to lay down next to that dog; not exactly cuddling up to him, but you know, near him. But that dog liked to get frisky and jump on Sam. That's when Sam would draw the line (and I know he wished he had claws at those moments!). These pictures brought back some laughs and good memories for me. Man, do I miss my brother... Ciao Ciao Meow.