My best friend when I was little was a collie named Jinks. He followed me everywhere I went, protected me, helped me find my way home when I got lost. At a point our family was forced to leave Jinks at a kennel. Like most families, we had our share of financial hardship. A nice lady in Charleston adopted Jinks... then, some time later a great friend of our family located Jinks and the new owner. Because I was heartbroken having lost Jinks, this kind man named Charley Mulalley arranged for me to visit Jinks. Delighted as he and I were at the reunion, we had to separate again. I bid him farewell for what I thought was the last time. I was resigned in understanding, the wealthy lady whod bought him gave him a unbelievably comfortable life. Then two days later, clear across town in the high rise apartment we lived at, Jinks showed up at the front doors downstairs. Hed opened the screen door to his new owners front door and tracked me down along a path Id never walked. That was the last time I ever saw Jinks. And this touching story prompted me to share the story of my friend. For the first time. Ill never forget my Jinks. I still miss his kind face, his playful manner, and his uncommon devotion for a lonely little kid. Thanks Captain, for your devotion.
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 09:31:00 +0000
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