There is nothing worse than losing your best friends, one had four legs and the other had two. Fats was my best friend, my constant companion, and loved me no matter what. He was always by my side when I was home and would go on rides with me in my truck - until his hips started giving him problems. We would go on walks down Dearborn Road in Missouri and it was a contest on who was going to collaspe first. He would look at me with those big expressive brown eyes as if he knew what I was thinking and feeling. Fats was my big black bear and I miss him so much. The other two-legged friend was know as either Gomer or Goober, lived in Oklahoma, and was my online friend for almost 10 years. We would talk every day or night, listen to each others troubles, and lend a "shoulder" to lean on when I had no one else. We were still friends when I moved back to New York for about a year or so. Never met in person but would have loved to at least seen the person that I knew as a friend before I had left Missouri. Don't know what went wrong, but we stopped talking about 3 years ago. I miss you and I wish you would come back into my life.
