You Are Missed
It’s been five years since my companion Brittany had passed away; she was just a week shy of turning sixteen years old.
There was never a time when I was growing up that I never had a dog, or a cat for that matter. In all my memories of my youth, there was always a dog. I either had a Dachshund or a German Shepard, a full breed or a mixed breed, a large dog or a small dog but the one constant always remained, I had a dog.