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Our Dog Blackie.
How many miles did he travel, when young and able? How many times

was his return questioned, his will to come along challenged? How many

times did the follow the 3 young brothers, he looked out for them and at

times he fought for them.

He was the most popular pet around for years in the neighborhood.

People at times seemed to feel his pain when he was hurting. In getting to

know him strangers were moved by his gentle nature.

People and animals do have one very big thing in common, they get old

and that brings about changes, time came to say good-bye. The only thing

racial about his name is, we spell it in capital letters, BLACKIE. We morn

your departure and dream your return.

Our Dog Blackie.

Written Oct 12. 1974.

PS-He was so disabled at the end he could barely walk, my Dad had him

put down. He left us 39 years ago this coming Oct. He was a Black


By Truenobleman

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