Winger, my sister Lisa's dog, has passed on.
Back in 1998 when her life was full of uncertainty and she lived so very far from home, Lisa adopted a dog. I say adopted because it was much more than just picking out a pet; Winger became part of her family. She had a dependent now. Winger needed her to be there for him every day, to provide food and to make time to go for walks and play. I think Lisa needed him too.
Now, I'm not a dog guy. I'm not really a pet person, although I enjoy my fish, and someday will name that bunny that keeps eating my clover, but you couldn't help but love Winger. He always had that face with his head slightly tilted to the side, one eyebrow raised, an a small smile that seemed to say,
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Brian, what a brother for Lisa...to understand her heart and then to share your feelings and thoughts..you are a treasure. Winger lives on in our many memories with him. Miss him forever.
MOM