In Loving MemoryA few words about the animal friends we have loved and lost. If you would like to add your memories below, please email us with a message and/or picture. I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught threat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that. ~ W. Dayton Wedgefarth | 
