The best friend I ever had, my dog Bogey, died in his sleep last night three days after his 18th birthday. There has never been the slightest doubt in my mind that Bogey was an example of answered prayer, a gift from a Loving God.
As befitting his name, Bogey died on an old Raleigh Country Club beach towel in my sun room overlooking a magnificent golf course. He only tried playing golf once though, as a younger fellow, in an incident I have previously reported to you.
His companionship and unfailing love will be greatly missed. Praise God.
1988 - 2006