I Hope They Play Jazz At Rainbow Bridge
A little belated... but I just couldn't write this until now.
Goodbye Brindle...
Goodbye to my Puppy-kins.
The last of the line of Gator.
John's pick of the litter, the underdog, our runt puppy.
Some knew you as Friendle.
You were a tunnel-hound, jazz-howler, protector, comforter, and one of the best dogs ever.
December 26th 2001- October 16th 2007
