In Memory Of
Freeman was a sweet old guy, with floppy jowls and a deep WOOF. He
was abandoned by his family at an old age. We only wish he had been
with us a longer time to enjoy his good life here, but he
developed a degenerative bone disease where he couldn't even hold
himself up, and had to be put down so he wouldn't suffer.
by Florence Thuot
My new name is Freeman, and I'm a good old boy.
I was thrown away like a child's broken toy.
What did I do wrong? Where did I fail?
I'm gentle and sweet, with a nice waggy tail.
But I'm old and creaky — can't run anymore.
Is that the reason I was shown the door?
Now that's all behind me, since I found new friends,
With blankies, good food — oh, the love never ends!
They'll keep me forever, my days filled with glory.
Thanks for your time and for reading my story.
Please come to see us; I'll be here to greet you.
A hug would be awesome! I'm waiting to meet you!
(from the December, 2006 newsletter)