Sunday, August 14, 2016

Saying Goodbye to Plato

This evening we said goodbye to our sweet, goofy Plato. Our personal Florence Nightingale who watched over us (while laying on top of us) when we were sick, who loved snuggles and serenading us. We couldn't have asked for a better dog.


Plato came into my life two years ago, when Nick moved into my house. His very large presence was a major disruption to my two cats and two dogs, but eventually everyone got along...except for Ted...but Ted's a little Napoleon.


Plato, whom we called the Sausage Roll because his fat rolls would flop when he ran, made me realize just how amazing Yellow Labs were.  I had always been a staunch German Shepherd girl, but those floppy ears and big dopey grin won my heart.  


Two dogs in a matter of months.  My heart is broken.  

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