That ps was supposed to say....makes me sound whacked...not sounds me sound.
My yorkie, Trace, had a best friend Taz...a big ol mutt. The two of them spent a great deal of time together. Both of them knew....who went with which people....meaning...to Taz seeing me meant Trace. Trace died very very unexpectedly. We buried him....and Taz looked for him for a long long time. I really regreted not allowing her to see him so perhaps she would understand he was gone.