04-03-2009
A couple of days ago I said good-bye to a dear old friend. When we got him as a puppy he had a white mark on the back of his neck that resembled a dagger and was just six weeks old so the name stuck. He has always been the most gentle pet anyone could ever have even though he was a red-nosed pit bulldog. I’ve watched him pick up baby kittens in his mouth and clean them off like they were his own. My ducks would eat out of the same bowl while he was eating and I’ve watched him lay down and let small kids and babies crawl all over him. Dagger had his way of laying his head down on his front leg and just watching you with his eyes, raising up his ears and dropping them back down. Sometimes he would fall asleep laying flat on his back and spread out without a care in the world. He would howl when a train came by and had his way of almost talking to Bonnie when she would get home from work and I used him as my model on many occasions when I first started with my photography. He has been sick for awhile it finally got to the point where he was starting to suffer, we said our goodbyes and I had to put him down.
We are all going to miss you Dagger-man.
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