O my dear Captain...

Captain America (*9 July 2013, 3 August 2018†)

 O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,...

 My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,...

 But I with mournful tread,

                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,

                                  Fallen cold and dead.   — Walt Whitman

Captain took a late afternoon nap, to-day, in the basement where it was cool. Captain did not wake up. The veterinarian told us his heart probably stopped.

I looked at him as Brother Wolf. Captain was beautiful, and smart. Captain was a bit aloof, he cared but tried to hide it most often. When i would return home, Captain (and Cassius) would greet me with so much joy. No one has ever been that happy to see me.

This is the final post of My twa greyhounds.