many years ago, say 15 - i can't remember exactly and for this notch in the blog bedpost, it doesn't really matter - my dog, the family dog, primo - named after the hawaiian beer - died after a great long dog life (we got him around 1976)...he was a good fella and a great pal to a kid and later to my mom and dad after i left home. after some time had passed i decided that issy should have another furry companion and set to looking around for a little fella. and one day after a trip out to the valley with my pal shannon, we brought home a little guy who fit into the pocket on the front of my shirt. issy named him louie. louie was a great addition to the house on georgia wynd and issy loved him, as did we - well, everyone who met louie loved the little black multi-poo thing that he was. happy go lucky, well tempered and never less than the perfect little fella.
over the last few weeks, and really the last year had been tough for old louie, louie had lost his appetite, slept a lot, moved less and less, his hearing was shot and the lumps that had been developing - that issy had had lanced and removed several times - got worse and by saturday morning it was clear what had to be done...for all.
louie was a good little fella. i loved him. issy loved him. everyone loved him.
you were a good friend louie.
enjoy chasing cats wherever you are now.
g. xo
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