We had to say goodbye recently to our number one family friend.  He was more than a friend actually, Patrick was part of our family for eleven years.  He was special.  He chose us, we did not choose him.  He just wandered onto our place one day, and I found him hanging out at our boat dock when I went down there.  We tried to find out who owned him by driving him around in the back of the truck and asking if anyone had lost their dog.

Looking back to that time, I am thankful we never found who he belonged to.  I think that Patrick was thankful too.  He was an outdoor dog and he chose to stay with us when he could have wandered off the same way he wandered in.  Sometimes things happen that way in life.  Sometimes the best things happen when you don’t plan for them to happen.

If you have ever had a special dog in your life, you know what I mean.

So long, Patrick.