|Picture taken Fall 2012|
The old guy was so sweet, especially in his last years. He was always a neurotic soul, one that passed on his "special" quirks to my little guy--quirks like tail-chasing. I remember one time I watched him spin so many circles that he ran into the side of the house. Silly old dog!
I would like to think that dogs have souls. They become a part of us. They know when we're happy and share that joy, and they know when we're upset and try to comfort us. And most of all, they know they can trust us. I think they even love us for it.
I didn't see Frederick but once every few months, but he always knew who I was, and he was always happy to wag his tail as I held him in my arms.
So RIP, Frederick. You will be missed, little buddy! :(