My beloved Ramsay has been freed from his failing body. A victim of osteosarcoma and arthritis, he no longer suffers and can now run on four legs instead of the three left to him at the end. Run silly my friend. How your loping strides seemed both goofy and sweet. I’ll miss you until the day I die Ramsay. Not seeing you lick water while I’m in the shower, not hearing you barking when I come home, no longer sticking your head out the car window and watching your big ears and jowls flapping in the wind, these are the things I will miss my friend. You’ll always be my hodoo hound buddy. Ancient and wizened in hodoo houndism. Rams-a-roni, the Jackson Jersey beast! Run with the pack my friend. I hope we will be together again. I love you Ramsay.
With love,
| Ramsay |
| 25, Oct 2013 |
| Steve Ellis |