When Ranger died

In my early childhood, the first dog I can remember was an English Shepherd named Ranger. He was a great favorite of ours, great with children and a wonderful companion. We loved him dearly. One day we were helping my father getting firewood down in the pasture, and Ranger had gone to sleep under the truck. When Daddy started the truck, Ranger did not wake quickly enough and was run over. He flopped around for a few seconds first. It was the first grief that had come into my young life.


English Shepherd