Hi Ben,

Boy, I'm sorry to hear about Ironhead. I remember the first time you put that mug of his up here....he was tough alright! But proud too, in his own way.

He also must have had a GOOD head on his shoulders, for knowing enough to find his way to your house. Sounds like you had a little "you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours" goin' on.

I'll surely be thinking about you over these next few days. They're always the hardest...especially since you've been spending so much time outside...and you'll be expecting him around every corner. frown

Take care,
Beth


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