Even though it has been sixty-seven years since I last saw you, I still think of you. You were my dads dog and he had a few years with you before he was killed at work. I remember seeing you lying by his bed with sad eyes, hoping he would come home.
I was only a young child of seven years and don't remember too much of your first two years. I am sorry to say I don't remember ever feeding you but I am sure I did, especially after my dad died. You did follow us all over the neighborhood. You must of been a good dog because the neighbors never complained about you.
The sad thing is my mom had to sell our house and we had to move to another state and live with my Aunt Lottie and her family. You came with us but things did not work out for you there. My mom found you a home back in our old neighborhood and I am sure you missed us. Again we had to move this time to Michigan to live with our Aunt Margaret, and I knew I would never see you again, this made me sad for many a years.
I found you one last time before we moved, you were with your new family. I really cried to know I would never see you again. I never forgot about you and over the years I wondered if you had a good life. I also wondered how your little life ended, I hope of old age. I think of Spotty ever time I read my friend Abe's story's about his dog Pepper Jax.
I write this with a heavy heart and tears in my eyes, This is the first dog we had, and things did not go our way either, we were left alone a lot. I really can't remember too much about Spots care after my dads death, because we were scattered to the wind, doing what ever we wanted (unsupervised), my mom had taken to drinking and spent much time at the bars, sometimes not coming home all night. and sometimes not for a day or two.
I wish I had a memory like my blogger friend Linda, then things would come to me. I don't know how to put pictures on my posts, but if you click on Family Pictures above and scroll down to see Spot sitting up with my Grandfather. you will see him. Sad days make for no sunshine but my blogger friends make the rays of the sunshine break through the clouds and brighten my day.
I am sorry I sound so blue, but things around here have not changed, please bear with me, I feel better getting this out of me and feel Spot heard me==love Margaret