Hobo

On February 8th of this year I had to put to sleep my companion of 13 years. He was a docile, patient, smiling gentleman. His purpose was just to be attentive to me. He would wait patiently for his pats, he would be excited to play, and his favorite thing to do for the past several years would be to throw himself on his back and scratch before getting up to survey his yard. I miss him incredibly.

Hobo was a noble beast (Australian shepherd mix), abandoned at birth and wild for about a year and then my friend for the rest of his life. I still look for him in my mind, I look for him in the stars, that is why I believe he would make a great addition in your galaxy. He made my day glow and would do the same for the heavens.