Two Years

I’ve never remembered death dates before my Dad passed… but today, he has been gone two years. Miss you every damn day, Mac.

On a different note… here’s Daisy. She’s flipping old, as if you couldn’t tell. šŸ˜‰

Oh, she’d had a bath two days before this picture… she just looks dirty. Must be the beard.

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