1:26:03
His little face...
1:26:04
... with the long snout sniffing
at something in the air.
1:26:08
His tail was straight out
and pointing...
1:26:11
...eyes were flashing
in some momentary excitement.
1:26:35
He always loved to be rubbed
on the back of his neck.
1:26:38
And when I did it,
he'd yawn, and he'd stretch...
1:26:42
...reach out to me with his paws...
1:26:44
...as if he was trying to embrace me.
1:26:54
I received a transatlantic
call one day.
1:26:57
"Skip died"...
1:26:59
...Daddy said.
1:27:02
He and my mama wrapped him
in my baseball jacket.
1:27:07
They buried him out
under our elm tree, they said.
1:27:12
That wasn't totally true...
1:27:17
...for he really lay buried...
1:27:19
...in my heart.