It was a gift from God; a beautiful black dog showed up one day at our home on Johns Island. I was a ten-year-old tomboy and nothing was more exciting to me than walking around the farm exploring. “Blackie” and I bonded. She became my best-friend and constant companion. The term “rescue dog” was not even invented but then I think back on those precious years of companionship, Blackie was one of those rescue dogs who rescued me.

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