Thanks again to all of you guys for your kind thoughts.
Today was the second week after his passing, I noted the time at 4:45 today and said a little hello to him.
Time does heal all wounds and our minds mercifully forget bad things and remember the good. The immediate pain of the loss is being driven out by the memories of all the good times.
You know, he tried for 14 years to catch a squirrel and never did get one. Didn't sneak up on them, just saw one from 10 yards to 50 yards away and made a mad dash at them. Came close a few times when he was young and fast, but they always found a tree or phone pole to run up. He loved all other animals, horses, other dogs, even cats and the neighborhood raccoons and figured they all wanted to play so I always had to watch out for him. But he knew squirrels were put on this earth to be chased with a vengeance.
I'm hoping he's finally catching a few.