Hard to believe that its been a year (year ago today) since Shiloh was put to rest. Just 7 years old and in the prime of his life, he was a beautiful dog. He loved his family, the out-of-doors, and was a happy and content animal. I’ll always recall that he ran like the wind with the beauty of a stallion – a product of being a greyhound and husky mix. I miss giving him his chest rub first thing in a morning. He’ll never be forgotten.
