Happy Birthday, Lil' Attie!

   My lil' guy would have turned 13 years old today, had his life not been cut short by kidney disease. Gypsy and I still miss him and think about him every day. Her health took a turn for the worse right after we lost her friend, and I don't believe it's pure coincidence. I'm just starting to feel like I've nursed her back to a new normalcy, after nine days of attentive care.
   And the dogs? Well, dogs are dogs. They're a little clueless about everything but dinnertime.
   We miss you, buddy! Hope there's an endless supply of salmon treats and mice to chase, wherever you are!