Monday, December 28, 2015
When Brian was about twelve, he was allowed to go to the animal shelter and pick out a pet dog. It was not a difficult choice: one look at each other and Brian and Josie were instant friends. Several months later, Brian's father felt that he was not getting a good enough education in California, and enrolled him in Kent's School in Connecticut. From that time, Josie became, in effect, our family pet. We all loved her, and still remember incidents from her life in the late 1970s. There was the time she endured the pain of a thorn in her foot, and she was so pathetic as she held up her leg, and her eyes conveyed a plea for help. At the time, Nick had recently received his driver's license, and he was able to take Josie to the vet, who took care of the problem. As time passed, Josie's life came to an end. Is it my imagination that we buried her somewhere on our property? We all loved that little dog.