Hercules

I found this picture in a frame in a box today. I showed it to Charlie, because he LOVES hearing old stories about Hercules. (Back story for those who forgot or don't know: Hercules was our true "first child". We got him a few months after we were married, and had him until October of 2004, which would make Charlie about six months old. He had bad seizures and had to be put down. He was WILD to put it mildly) Charlie held the frame for quite some time, and said "MOM! Hercules was sooooo cute." I told him what a wonderful little dog he was, and that he was the cutest puppy ever. He then stuttered over his words and finally got this out:"Mom, Hercules shouldn't have died before I growed up" OH, BLESS HIS HEART!! He continued to ask questions about Herc, how he got sick, what he did, and kept saying he would've loved to be best buddies with him. He's so grown up now, having conversations with him is quite enjoyable these days. Final point: Hercules was the best. We miss him lots.