summer fun

sam read to me his paper from today...

i skateboarded it was really fun and i invited james.
and the sad thing is my dog died.
but it’s ok.

it’s the drawing that gets me.
it looks just like pico’s bed, just like pico, and even more bittersweet...
just like pico when she left us.

(the little picture of the dog is pico when she was a baby)

pico

we’ll miss...

your underbite, your expertise in picking out christmas trees, your clicking toenails, the way you cocked your head when we said your name, the way you barked at our cars when we pulled in the driveway, your pickiness when it came to treats and who you would let pet you, your prance-like gait, the way grandma always thought you were going to talk, the way you always sat in our plants, racetrack, you running off...but always coming back, your sweet dark eyes, the way you howled when neighbors and friends came to the door, the way sam squeezed your face and told you he loved you, the funny noise you made when you held furry man, how much you always wanted to go running with us, your warm furry smell...