I went outside yesturday morning and I saw you eatting at the roundbail. I scratched you behind your ear like you liked and feed you a your normal treat. A handfull of crack corn. You gave me your normal stupid look like you where saying "I am George just got to love me". There was maybe 2 or 3 brain cells up there and not all them fired at the same time. You always protected me from the sheep that seem to all come at me at once. I cried when I saw you crulled up and you where not taken your afternoon nap. George you where my pasture buddy. You where always there. The farm dose nto seem the same. You where a old guy 10 year old nubain with a few medical problem but nothing seem to slow you down. I cried today when we buied you. You still had that peaceful stupid grin on your face that you always had. I may not have owned you but you was a good friend. I went out this morning a forgot that you had passed. I looked for you with a handful of cracked corn and cried all over when I relised that you where gone. You are already miss my friend.