Romi...our friend and Joe's hunting companion for many years. We traveled from the milo fields and sandburrs of Nebraska to the clover fields of Palmyra NY chasing the ringnecks. The thrill was never in the shooting, but to see Romi work the field, retrieve his pheasant with his head held high and so proudly drop it at our feet. I can see him now, across the Rainbow Bridge in a emerald green field of alfalfa, still holding a point after 18 years.
Hang in there guy.
Our loved companions never really leave us. They live on in our hearts and the happy memories of the times shared together...