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Black Dog is dead
A matted chow who ruled my neighborhood for years. He was the "King of Strays". People in the neighborhood would walk in the street to give him room on the sidewalk. A regal dog with dirty locks wandering through a West End neighborhood of Richmond.
No one knew where he came from, but we all respected his grace. His noble step would turn any other animal and amaze any human.
My dog when walking around Mary Munford School would stop and face him. There was a genuine respect for this black scruffy dog gentle soul.
Never angry or agressive, Black Dog walked with a wisdom of a life who was as survivor.
Neighbors of mine would feed him and he relaxed in their yards, but he was a wanderer.
Groups in the neighborhood even made t-shirts with his image. There kids would squeal when they saw Black Dog.
A true hero of the near West End, it is hard to see his passing.
But he was given the respected burial of a pup who ruled my neighborhood for over 20 years.
He was laid to rest in the most prestigious neighborhood of the city, Windsor Farms, by children who loved him.
He will remain a legend of a soul who did his own thing.
I can't stop crying.
Goodbye Black Dog and thank you for showing us what life is all about.