A post from Mom about her little toy mixed dog that she loved so much. Freeway got his name because Mom and RD found him on the side of Highway 67/167 just roaming around with no collar. They brought him home and nursed him back to health…and I gotta say that this little guy had a pretty good life. So as you can tell from the journal entry in 1986, that our family comes by their compassion for animals (and especially dogs) honestly…I guess it’s hereditary.
As you can see, this was immediately after Freeway had passed on…I remember this day and it was tough for Mom.
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