...from the days of Mark's leave...
Isn't this a sweet photo:
Minus the junk in the yard and minus the sweatshirt, jeans, and cup-of-hot-coffee in mid-July...
I loved that I captured this moment: Timber cozied up near Mark while he studies.
Always the companion.
Even at 15 1/2 years old.
Mark's best friend.
So sweet. Timber is going to live forever! XO
ReplyDeleteIf only Timber and Ben got along better they could have grown old together. He's probably around her age, and he too just keeps on keeping on. He now has the dog version of Vertigo. So his head is permanently cocked to the side. He often falls down as if he's drunk. Sometimes he can't tell when he's peeing...which sucks for us when he's walking through the living room.
ReplyDeletePoor dogs.