Where life ends, legacy hopefully begins.
Sketch had a heart attack about sunrise this morning. I laid her to rest then loaded up a bunch of her pups and we set out to send her something to bay on.
After they made a loss on him about 20 minutes into the race I figured he was gone and we tried. Theresa Lulu and Rusty just needed some time. They pulled back out. Got him jumped again, and half an hour later put him right back where they had started him to begin with. Proud to say the least.
10 more years with sketch and I’d still have never been able to feed her enough leftover beef or Taco Bell to ever repay her for what she did for me over the last 10 years. She left me better than she found me in every way possible.
Get Ahead, Sketch!
Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
