Mine and my daddy's dog, Willie passed away Dec. 9, 2008. I guess he just got old and with his bad hip and no-tellin' what else was going on inside of him, plus cold weather, he just got sick and tired and laid down and died. I am not one to carry on about a dog but Willie was very special to me. When my daddy fell ill and knew he wasn't going to be here on earth much longer he asked my mom to take care of Willie for him. She promised. So when we moved out here in the country I brought Willie home with me to live. He was so happy! He never once attempted to run away. Oh, he loved the country to life. He was such a great companion and I could always count on him to be by my side. He loved to kill rats and snakes which I frequently called upon his services to do. He was worthless when it came to scaring the crows and squirrels away as they carried off our garden though. He loved, loved, loved to be scratched and brushed and petted. His all-time favorite thing to do was ride in the back of the pick-up truck. Unfortunately, with his bad hip I could not allow him to do much of that. I am not one to believe that animals have souls but if by some chance they do then Willie is standing my his first master, my daddy once again.
Farewell, my faithful friend. I will miss you!
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