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Our Dog Blackie.
 
How many miles did he travel when young and able? How many times was his will to come along challenged? How many

times did he follow the 3 young brothers, he looked out for them and at times he seemed to fight for them with other

dogs.

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-Our Dad brought him home from the brickyard in the early 60's

he was put to sleep in 1974.

By Truenobleman

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