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| The wind beneath my wings... |
Shane Michael Turner.
Ok...here's how you get fast-have a little boy that's always in trouble. You'll get your speed work
when he's a toddler, rushing to save his little butt from all the dangers he finds. Then, when he's older, you'll get your
distance in trying to calm your nerves on your daily runs! If I survive all 18 years, I'm gonna be really fast!
haha!
Lucy...
Lucy used to run with me at the track when I first started running. She'd run one lap with
me, then rest for two or three, then catch me for another lap. As she got older, she ran less laps. Then she only
ran about half a lap with me. Then she just couldn't do it any more. She was quite a site...her little bitty Dachsund
legs moving a hundred miles an hour, trying to keep up with me. Funny how they never question the logic of our actions...they
just wag their tail, and go with the flow.
1/09/06
Rest in peace Lucy. You were a loyal
friend and companion, who knew no boundaries of size or capability. You wanted
nothing more than to please me. We love you and we’ll miss you, but now
you will have no more suffering of cancer, seizures, glaucoma and pain. I know
you are chasing cats, killing mice, and running laps in a far better place now, and I can’t wait to see you again. I know you’ll be patiently waiting for me like you’ve done so many times
before. Good-bye Lucy.
| Michael Shane Turner |
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| My best friend and biggest fan since 1987. |
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