dog love

We just got home from the funeral for the little girl who died last Tuesday. On the way home, we dropped by the cemetery which is at the end of our road.

A nice old Irish Setter met us at the cemetery gate, walked us over to the grave and sat down next to it. We just stayed for a minute or two and then left. As we drove off, the Setter was still there.

It wasn't their dog; it was just a neighborhood dog keeping watch.