And then my dog died . . .

It would seem that farm life was a little too adventurous for Winston. We just got the message that he was hit by a car out on the country road near Stephensens'. My initial selfish reaction was what else could go wrong in my life right now? I'm going to miss this little guy. He was my firstborn - the simpler, gentler soul of the pair. I hear he became Doug's lap dog during early morning scripture study. . . I'm so sorry for your loss. Thank you for the love and care you've given him in our absence. I'm sure Frankie misses him lots . . . he survived a rattle snake bite . . . hope he survives this. Life is so beautiful. So fleeting. Everyone hug your dogs for me tonight. Love you Winston. I'm sorry I couldn't be there to bury you myself, buddy. You were a wonderful puppy for the year I could have you with me.