Dad went out to feed Boscoe yesterday and knew something was wrong when he saw his tail hanging out of the dog house. Boscoe had never quite recovered from the heartworms and although we knew he wasn't well, we didn't expect him to die so soon.
He came to us unexpectedly a few years ago when some discouraged coon hunter decided to dump him in the neighborhood. He was gun-shy and chased deer rather than coons. He was a comedian. We'll miss him very much.
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