I don't have pictures of the birthday people today. So I'm going to do something a little different. I want to post pictures of a person who was very special to me at a certain difficult period of my life. Well, it wasn't person -- it was a dog...
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George
20 December 1994
George was a stray. Some people at church were telling everyone at a Christmas party about this dog that had come to their house and stayed a couple days. They couldn't keep him, because they already had two big dogs and didn't think they could handle a third one. So they had taken him to the pound that day, but they were hoping someone at the party would want to rescue him. It just so happened that I was living by myself for the first time in my adult life, and my parents had been urging me to get a dog. (I lived out in the country on 3 acres of property that my parents owned, so it was a good place to have a dog.) I went and got him the same day my parents arrived from California to visit for Christmas.
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Unfortunately, I only had George for 5 months.
I sure do miss him.
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