Farewell to Gomer

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My dad has always kept a spaniel or two. In the 1950’s and 60’s they were Cockers; then he switched to Springers. Smart, funny, loyal, joyous dogs, every one of them – fine hunters, too – and they each ADORED my dad.

“Gomer” was the latest in this long line of terrific dogs. He was only five years old when he died after being hit by a car. My sister’s kids were very attached to Gomer, and we decided to give him a proper funeral and burial.

On the way home from the “service,” my little 5-year-old niece turned to me in tears, sobbing that she would probably forget Gomer, because she (in her words) “can never remember anything for even a WEEK!” Brianna, this video is for you, and for Tommy and Griffin, and for Grandpa.

Aunt Laurie