XXXX - April 23, 1998
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| Condolences | |
| Roger Wilcox XXXX - April 23, 1998 |
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| I loved my dog, Roger. His ears always perked up when he heard my voice. He'd come running outside of the house, when I got home from work. He'd bring my slippers and the newspaper. I know he sounds sort like a cartoon, but that's the type of dog he was. When he was a pup, he'd follow me around the farm wherever I went. When I left for town on business, he'd howl up a storm. As he grew, he'd just sit on the front porch and wait patiently for me to return. He never seemed to chew slippers, or bark like some dogs who are really nervous. He was a great dog to have on the farm. Well, that was Roger. I miss you, Phil |  |