A Eulogy for my dear friend of 18 years
Today I said goodbye to a dear friend of mine. Eighteen years ago we found her in a humane society office outside of Junction City, Kansas. She was tiny, very young, maybe only a few weeks old, gray colored with white paws that looked as if she had dipped each one in flour. It looked like she had mittens on her paws. So, we brought her home and named her
