Roush Barnes

My sweet boy Roush, where do I begin?

Things just aren't the same without you. The house is quiet, you're not here following me around every corner. While I do the laundry I look for you but you're not there. Doing the dishes, I look down but you aren't in your usual spot on the rug waiting on me. You aren't there to greet me at the door or peaking around the corner at me. And no need to leave the tv on while I'm gone. You're not in pain or suffering now and we know you're running around and playing like you did before time took it's toll on you.

We all miss you, it seems to be more each day.

Fly high my sweet boy Roush.

10/6/2021