i don't remember exactly when it stopped, only how painful it was to hear the big dog cry out like a wounded puppy while he slept and how it could rouse me from the deepest sleep, leaving me to watch and worry for hours after.he sleeps peacefully now as i sit with this old guitar in my lap playin' some half remembered tune, his tail keeping time as i start and stop. those early days gone from our memory like some forgotten song. we are at peace now.
peace an love,
sam 'n amos