The same post title as one we began with, nearly twelve years ago. A line from the movie Dead Poet’s Society, from a poem by Walt Whitman. And one that pretty much in many ways sums up the despair of losing a great Captain. I will forever have enormous love, respect, and awe for my dog Captain.
The adventures of Captain the Vizsla... and why there's just something about Vizslas!
Monday, May 25, 2020
Bad news and a box of tissues
From the book Finding Winnie, by Lindsay Mattick |
I’m sorry to be reviving the blog after so many years with bad news, but such is life. This is the story of how we learned about Captain's illness. This is the beginning of an end.
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