Last Friday I saw this weeks photo challenge and was really excited.  But in order to participate I had to pull out my hard drive and dig in to my archives for a picture.

I love animals.  We had cats growing up, but due to my mom’s pet dander allergy, they lived outside.  But I always wanted a dog.

When I was in high school I was kinda obsessed about dogs.  Finally my husband (well, he wasn’t my husband then) and I decided to get a dog.

It was the fall of 1997.

I wanted a rottweiler or a lab, but he wanted to look at a pitt-lab mix.  His boss had one and it was such a great a dog that Hubby wanted to see about getting one.

I wasn’t sold on the idea.

Until this dog came and sat on my foot, put his head on my knee and looked me in the eye.

I started to tear up and said “This one. We will take this one.”

 

He was my companion, my friend, my pillow, my heater. He was my dog.

I miss him.  Man, do I miss him.

I had always thought I would always want a dog.  But after Blitz was gone I realized I would only want this dog.

 

We have another dog, not to replace him; we got her when he was about seven or so.  I love her, I do, it’s just not the same.

I don’t think I will ever love a dog, like I loved him.

 

Happy Shooting