He was a dog. He was my first dog. He wasn’t here yesterday to celebrate Marshy’s 8 birthday and I missed him. He will never be replaced. No dog can ever be him. I want to kiss his head one more time. I want to hug him around the neck, tell him how much I love him. He is missed. He will always be missed. There will never be another Boomer. That’s all I felt like saying today.