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.
Yea, that's me in the background... I'm like - "what in the heck is going on?!"
I couldn't figure out which way to get outta there!
That's my brother putting that darn dog in it's place!
Later, Sam befriended that dog again... What a brother he was...
2 comments:
what a furry sad an' yet uplifting story. it's evident that you were quite a pair. we are sorry for the loss of your brofur--there are idjits on our block, too. we hear them squealing tires alla time.
we knows it can be a healing thing to talk about those we love an' who have gone on before us. that's what we does here inna kitty blogosphere -- we shares our triumphs and pains, our happy days and worstest days. there are lotsa cats (an' even some woofies an' buns) who will support an' defend you. it's like a great big fambly. we are glad you're here.
Oh, thank you so much for your kindness. I think of my brother Sam still. I do miss him terribly.
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