Booker
Booker was a big guard dog who had a place in all of our hearts. He died because of some idiot who had a disliking of nature. That night, on January 16 2007, my next door neighbour came out and found Booker in our yard sleeping not knowing that his 2 year old life was going to end. The next morning I awake to find 3 stabe wounds in him. I will never forget you Booker!
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