236: “No Woman, No Cry” by Charlie Hunter
November 17, 2011 Leave a comment
I was best friends with an awesome dog who had the relentless spirit of a thousand suns.
He died today, 12 years old, with a tennis ball in his mouth. He had chased it down quite thoroughly, and his heart gave out somewhere very near The Moment When He Snags The Ball And The Universe Is One.
He promptly found the tree he wanted to lay under, and he stopped living in this world.
Pretty solid way to go out.
I’ll miss you, Beck. I promise not to do too much of this crying nonsense that’s happening right now, and wag my ass more like you did all the time.
A song, in memory of Beckett Sardoosky Witherspoon…
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