This whole thing with losing Rogue today has brought up a lot of old memories. It’s sorta funny how something like this can spark so many memories, long buried and forgotten and bring them to the surface for you to relive.
The events of Sunday have certainly done that for me.
I had completely forgotten that Rogue was by my side when I laid eyes on the woman that would become my best friend, my wife and the mother of my children, for the very first time.
If it wasn’t for Rogue, I would never have been at the park that day. That being the case, mine and Lizze’s paths may never have crossed.
For that reason alone, I will be forever grateful to my overly enthusiast and always shedding Australian Shepherd.