I lost my best buddy today. 15 years a companion for my late wife and I. A special guy whom I will really miss. We picked him up as a puppy in Knoxville Tennessee. We had to wait to get him as they thought he might be show quality. Fortunately for us he had crooked front teeth. We decided to name him Mortimer Snerd Gibson. For those who know who Charlie McCarthy was, Mortimer was appropriate. He was our second Welsh Terrier and as different as the first and the female we got later. He liked people on his terms, us included. He ignored other dogs; including the one we got after him. He tolerated her at best. Not the loving couple we expected. His crowning achievement was after years of trying he actually caught a squirrel. The female helped him, but he would never admit it. We shared the last two years as constant companions; enjoying walks, eating stuff we both know mamma would not approve and just relaxing in our elder moments. So long Gibson, scratchies down the road.
