I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he
understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and
gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored
clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord
knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that.
~W. Dayton Wedgefarth
I held him in my arms until the end. My heart is breaking, but I know that he
is in a better place. Hopefully he will be waiting for me on the other side.
My love for him will go on forever. MOM