Farewell
Sancho died on Sept 1.
He was many things:
He was the head through the gate.
The dog on a hose-nest.
A rug.
A bug.
A lump.
A battleship.
An 8 year-old puppy.
A fly-eater.
A commando-crawling pooch.
A cat-tolerating dog (cat-friend is there too)
A big paw.
A big head.
A ticklish furry foot.
A belly-scratch.
A piggy-pig.
He was all these and more.
Good-bye Sancho. You will be missed.
