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| August 21, 1996 - April 7, 2002 |
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Anyone who ever saw us together at the shows, the park or just hanging out, knew how close we were. From the moment he entered my life, we had that "connection" you get from special animals. We could read each others mind, and it was usually the question of who would be boss that day. I never really had the heart to prove it should have been me. If we were trotting along and he suddenly stopped, that was okay, he wouldn't back, I didn't care, he didn't win a class, I still shared my Coke with him. He was a gentle as could be and afraid of nothing. He would walk into buildings, cross bridges and railroad tracks, walk the midway of the State Fair, always wanting to know what was around the next corner. It was the "Good Morning Simon" yell from the house and the "Good Morning Mom" bray back that always started my day off right. He wasn't a 4-star donkey, he was an 8-star donkey because he left me with eight gorgeous offspring to remember him by.
Your life was too short, Little Buddy. It's not the same without you and I miss you terribly.
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| Simon and Norma |
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