On June 3rd 2004, our family got smaller by losing one member to cancer. Some would have simply referred to Morriss as our pet or dog. Neither of those words would properly justify his relationship to our family. Though he was with us for many years, we still find it difficult when we find his toys and pictures. To this day, a couple his yard toys remain where he left them to weather away over the years hidden under fallen brush.

The worst part about having these “animals with no voices” is to watch them grey and tire. Do the positive moments outweigh the sorrow after losing them?

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