Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Goodbye old buddy. Maybe it is nature's way of playing funny. Giving man about seventy years of life and his best friend just about ten.
Remember the good times we had, friend. You were a pup bursting with life. And then there was you at twelve, wizened like an old grape. I am sure we will meet again. Somewhere. Sometime. Till then,King,adieu.
I am going to miss you real bad.