Barstow in Usually anything.

Today we say goodbye to Barstow, my dad’s dog. She contracted cancer and it had spread. She was fifteen years old, a Centurion in dog years. She was named for the city my dad had to drive to to get her. She was a good dog, never did anything stupid, was always demanding your attention. The nieces and nephews loved her. I’m glad the new generation of Roxy, Carly, Job, Olaf, Muffin, and Muddy got to meet her, the torch has been passed on to them. Barstow you will forever be missed. See you in heaven, ill see if Jesus will let me bring a ball to toss to you.(They have their own😁)