Caussey's Corner
A Dog Called Pill: A Texas Tale of a Loveable Puppy
On a dark, gloomy, rain-swept night Pill passed away, cradled in my arms, as his tail tapped happy against my leg. I wrapped him in our favorite blanket, and with a shovel, buried him in the backyard near the orchard.
In a prayer, I asked God to take care of him and love Pill just as I had.
Although losing Pill occurred over 60 years ago, there are still memories of sight and sound locked away in this man’s thoughts that were once part of a little boy’s heart. Thoughts that are brought to mind by boys and bikes, mowed summer grass, swimming holes, and a dog’s tail that makes happy sounds.
This column is dedicated to my friends Aggie and Glenn Womble who just lost their dog Radar.
Durhl Caussey is a syndicated columnist who writes for papers across America. He may be reached at this paper or at [email protected].
