goodbye, dear friend

We got a call from our neighbors, the Wedels, over the weekend while we were in Pismo, giving us some bad news.  Our little dog, BamBam had gotten into their backyard and their two golden retrievers attacked him.  Jeff, their son, rushed him to the vet but it was too late; Bam died on the way.  Jim & I dreaded telling the kids but decided to tell them that evening at dinner.  They were crying so loud that people all around our campsite came to look at what was going on.

The day after we got home we had a funeral for him, burying his remains in the backyard by the chicken house.  While we were doing this, Pixie kept looking in the box his body had been in, going back to the grave and back to the box--she did this ??? many times and then took off.  She returned a minute later with BamBam's bone and laid it on top of his grave...(hmm)...we all just looked at each other in amazement.

As we were talking about the things we loved about him, the one thing that had us all laughing about was the way he walked because of his back legs being bowed. =)

He was a very kind and loving little boy and will be missed greatly around this place.