Dedicated to Major Thackeray- The apple of my eye
It's been a couple of days and the pain is sometimes so sharp that I catch my breath.
Major was my short-haired Dachshund who died at the age of five. He was my canine soul mate.
All pain is pain no matter what the source. I would give anything to inhale the warm smell of him again and rest my head against his comforting body, because no one has ever made me feel as implicitly understood as he did.