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When I was twelve we as a family lost our pet dog Gelolopie He was old had been hit by passing cars numerous times. He always survived. He was skunked on hundreds of occasions never lost an eye. A little humor injected. All of us kids were home that fateful day. My sister's new husband took him out back and shot him in the head. I'm fifty seven now and my heart is still torn on that fateful day. I still here the blast of the gun and the smell of gun powder in the air. They buried Gelopie in front of the house amidst the nosegay. Our Gelopie would never again cower under our beds during the worst of spring and summer storms. When ever I go home I visit his grave and have a little cry.