Every morning Gizmo and I head out the door long before the other dogs are moving. We have a set route around the complex. The majority of mornings Bill is out on his porch having a morning cigarette. He has a miniature poodle that is well trained and allowed to roam without a leash. The dogs play while we chat. Bill had been a care giver for several years and recently his wife went into a nursing home. Bill told me of several short trips he wanted to complete. Lately we talked about the Naval Aviation Museum in Pensacola. Bill had never been there. This morning he and I talked about trucks. His is a 2005 Ford F150. The last thing he said to me was that today had the makings of a fine day.
I went to take trash out this afternoon and smelled smoke. I then saw the emergency equipment and went to investigate. Smoke was pouring out of the back of his house. I went closer and saw the firemen giving CPR. Soon after they covered his body. He did not make it. The dog also was lost.
I will miss seeing Bill in the morning. He was a fine gentleman and I always enjoyed talking to him. Rest easy, Bill.
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I'm sorry for your loss, Dad. How very sad.
I just happened across your blog.. this is terribly sad. I'm sorry you lost a friend/neighbor. May he rest in peace.
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