If I am the person my dog, Castro, thinks I am - then that would be some sort of automated snack machine. He pushes a button by looking at me with pleading eyes, and a bag of dried chicken wings pops out.
My very best friend passed away May 7th. I can't imagine never seeing him again. The poem about the Rainbow Bridge is the only thing that has kept me going. I see Raleigh healthy and having fun but waiting for the day when he stops to look up to see where I am to come running up to greet me. It will be a great day for me.