
When I was six years old, my Daddy felt I was old enough to accept the responsibility of selecting and caring for a dog. Further, he stressed to me the importance of “rescuing” unwanted animals placed in the shelter.
In the late 50s, we made a trip to the ASPCA in Elmira, NY and I adopted Prince who became my loyal companion, my brother, my only sibling.
Prince and I were inseparable until I left home after graduation to go to college. Six months later, he passed away, my Daddy said Prince died of a broken heart.

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