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Two weeks ago today we lost Jackson our 10-year-old Doberman, to cancer.
We had lost Tori (yes, named after Mr Holt) just prior to moving back to the UK.
Both used to sit with me as I watched (euphemism for ranted and raved through) Rams games.
I almost didn't watch the 9ers game because I was totally distraught and he was literally my best mate.
But I did, because as stupid as it sounds, I thought he'd want me to.
Yesterday my wife went to fetch Millie named after Von Miller - not too many boys names in the Rams - Plus she is already calling her Miller ffs!
She will be watching with me tonight and continuing the heritage. (The wife will as well)
And I just know Jackson will be with me too, in spirit
I'm a fucking soppy idiot I know.
Go Rams!
Here's Millie.
We had lost Tori (yes, named after Mr Holt) just prior to moving back to the UK.
Both used to sit with me as I watched (euphemism for ranted and raved through) Rams games.
I almost didn't watch the 9ers game because I was totally distraught and he was literally my best mate.
But I did, because as stupid as it sounds, I thought he'd want me to.
Yesterday my wife went to fetch Millie named after Von Miller - not too many boys names in the Rams - Plus she is already calling her Miller ffs!
She will be watching with me tonight and continuing the heritage. (The wife will as well)
And I just know Jackson will be with me too, in spirit
I'm a fucking soppy idiot I know.
Go Rams!
Here's Millie.