Damn Year

It's more quiet here, that's for sure. My Roy, he was some talker. Almost didn't matter what about. Outside, he'd be jumping and chasing with Bengie right now. It's been five months, but that old dog still doesnt want to go out. Lays around in his daddy's chair all day, not getting his exercise. Sure he's sad. We all are. Couldn't imagine this whole damn year. Couldn't think we'd be rushing up to Thanksgiving now, and we don't have him anymore, my Roy.