A tough but necessary and inevitable lesson for the kids. I was five when our cocker spaniel Bonnie died. I came down the stairs at the old place at 7th & Laurel. There was a door there. I pushed and felt some resistance but with a little give. It was Bonnie. I knew immediately she was dead. I cried the whole day. We had other dogs but it was never the same. RIP indeed, Franklin.
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