Knowing what I know now, about how a pup's facial features sharpen, how both Evan and Aidan's face changed in that first year home, and both had just filled out their adult teeth, I know Evan was really just a year old here, and would soon become the most beloved dog of my life for the seven short years I would be blessed to be his and he mine.
Beautiful boy, I miss you every second of every day.
It's a sad song.
It's a sad tale.
It's a tragedy.
It's a sad song.
But we sing it anyway.
'Cause here’s the thing.
To know how it ends,
And still begin to sing it again,
As if it might turn out this time.
I learned that from a friend of mine.
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