I guess the dearest friend that I ever had, Was a little dog by the name of "Lad." As a boy of twelve we were quite a pair, running through the fields with the wind in our hair. But, then Lad grew old, I knew he would die. I knew I couldn't help him, So, I sat by him and cried. He looked up at me understanding, sad-eyed, And, he licked me on the hand, and then old Lad died !
Reason for writing:
I was raised on the farm in southern middle Tennessee...My dog's name was really GRUFFY....But, we had some times together.....He was something else....
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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