NASH Man this is harder than I thought. Fifth draft here…This dog followed me to work one day and of course I called my wife to convince her to let me bring him home. Ten unforgettable years later I changed jobs just to work closer to home so I could better tend to him as he started to suffer from a cancer. To this day I miss that single bark of his from the back seat of the car as I pass through a toll booth. Maybe he was saying hello, maybe he was complaining about the toll. Maybe both! Thanks so much for this forum. Nash, meet Sprite!

Charles from FL