July 18th, 1993
This morning when I awoke I realized that never again would my dog, Baron, wake me up with his wet nose or would lay on the floor next to my bed during storms. It’s good to remember the past. But nothing will change the fact that I miss him. We’re gonna get a puppy sometime. No other dog will ever be like him. I loved him. I still do. There’s a hole in my heart where he was. I cried myself to sleep last night. We are in our van from our spur of the moment trip to Jacksonville, FL. My dads idea. Had fun with Chris and Aunt D and Uncle R. Shopped.