Remembering Poco

It has been almost a month since Poco went to be with Jared.   His entire life has been with Jared as his big brother.   They shared rooms, beds, food, trips on airplanes.   This morning as I looked out the kitchen window to where he rests under the shade from the Mahogany Tree,  I reflected on each morning how he would shoot out of his kennel to start his day.   To call him a morning dog didn't begin to describe him.   He was happy to be alive and start each day.   He would always run out to go potty and take care of business.   Then he would smell the air and the flowers taking every smell in and enjoying the breeze.  He would then come in and have breakfast.   Then ready to play.  Of course street about thirty minutes it was nap time.  I really miss him to cuddle with and to cry with but I know he and Jared are playing together in heaven. It didn't surprise me that he was ready to go.   After all on top of being ill,  He missed Jared so much. His roommate,  his friend, his brother.