This is a repeat from a few months back. I have been writing the occassional “Good-Bye Note”. I have a string of them that fill a dozen or so pages. Some day I hope to have them published. Here is one I was editing today that made me choke up a little. Maybe you can see why. I think I was around fourteen years old at the time. I love dogs, by the way.
This one is in a group of Good-Bye Notes. That is why it opens like it does.
“Finally, to my temporary pet hound dog whom I met in Galax, Virginia when I was but a lad traveling with my musician mother. I was so in love with you. You were my first dog that I really cared for. You were no problem for a whole week. You came to our tent and hung with me and let me pat you and talk to you. I trusted you with secrets and wishes. Thanks for being such a great pal. You were the prettiest hound dog a boy could wish for. Goodbye. You might be the only reason I’ve hoped there might be a better place than here. Here’s an ear scratch for you.”
Gentle George
March 27, 2020
Playing Fair and Being Kind 
George, Your traveling began with your mother—before the Navy—just realized from this post. Love, Nina Thanks for Atlantic link
On Fri, Mar 27, 2020 at 11:22 PM Playing Fair and Being Kind wrote:
> Gentle George posted: “This is a repeat from a few months back. I have > been writing the occassional “Good-Bye Note”. I have a string of them that > fill a dozen or so pages. Some day I hope to have them published. Here is > one I was editing today that made me choke up a little. Ma” >
Hi, Nina. I believe it was 1952 when my brother and I began traveling with her. I was 12 or 13 years old. You can imagine the great stretch in my ‘new world’ from then on. City boy no more!