Quoting from a web page last August ...
"On Tuesday, July 31st, photographer Hannah Stonehouse Hudson took a photo of a friend and his dog. That friend was John Unger, and that dog was Schoep.
Little did either of them know how much of a difference that photo would make."
Like thousands of others, I was immediately taken by their story:
Schoep falling asleep every night as he was carried into Lake Superior to soothe his arthritic bones.
It's my understanding, unsolicited donations began pouring in from across the globe -- allowing Schoep (and many others!) to receive laser and other healing therapies.
Schoep celebrated his 20th birthday just last month.
(What's that, 140 in human years?)
Then today, John's message on Face Book ....
"I Breathe, But I Can't Catch My Breath..."
Schoep passed yesterday
more information in the days ahead
Poor DH had to be taken aback by the sight of my tears when I walked in the door.
'Suppose the reason I decided to write tonight, is my astonishment at the coming together of mankind.
I mean, short of a beloved monarch, I wonder how many messages of condolence or "likes" would anyone expect?
'Just checked, and in the 2-1/2 hours since that post appeared, there have been nearly 30,000 messages and 12,000 "likes."
Sure, we're prone to argue or point fingers over politics n' "stuff" .... I'm right there, with ya!
But then, we're softened by a silly love story between a man and his dog.
... which really wasn't so silly at all.