Augustus the Farmer - 1997-2012 REST IN PEACE - He Is Loved - He Is Missed - He Is Adored

I love when he brought his Frisbee and put it on the pile of stuff going on the trip; I love when Helen said she was going to throw the ball one more time and he dropped it and walked away; I loved when he insisted on holding his leash in his mouth showing he was in charge; I love when the gate was open and he brought his toys to the front yard; I love his toes and the freckles on his nose; I love that he didn't let you touch his toes; i love his fur silver and black and traces of brown, I love his bushy tail; I loved it when I rubbed on him and he pushed against me and buried his head in me; I loved coming home and seeing him waiting at the door; I love that he didn't like it if you dared talk about his freckles or his toes; I loved when he followed Moni from room to room, guarding her, she was his property; I love when I sneezed and he barked and jumped in the air; I loved laying on the floor with him; I loved watching Moni loving on him - he was the Sarge, he was the Farmer, I love it that when Moni moved, he was the first thing she put in the car;he was Augustus and he always will be.