Storm

Storm wasn't "our" dog, but he was a member of our family. A friend of ours moved to Ohio and wasn't able to take Storm with him right away. He came to live with us last October. There is some dispute about how old he was, but the guesstimate is 14 or 15. He was a happy dog and loved to run around the yard and play with Ratchet. Unfortunately, Storm declined from kidney failure before our friend was able to get his new house set up to bring him to Ohio to live.

This picture is from the day we got our fence finished and he was able to run around the backyard without his "coat" (his harness). Can you see the little smirk on his face?

Going in the backyard is sad. Seeing his pen out there empty is heartbreaking. Ratchet is always looking for him. I'm always thinking I see him out of the corner of my eye. It's tough going outside and not having him greet us at the door. We all miss him and this will take some time to get over.