CYMRY WELSH

I was not quite four when we got our first Corgi. Sox was a Cardigan Corgi. She had been taken to our local veterinarian to be 'put down' as the elderly woman who owned her felt she could no longer take proper care of her. The dog was about three years old. The vet, not wanting to destroy a healthy, sweet dog asked if he could first try to find her a home. That was agreeable. He called my mother whom he knew had been looking for a small dog. I couldn't tell you the exact day this dog came into our lives, but I remember this dog with great love and affection. She was my constant companion; my shadow. If I was sick, she was right by my side. We played together and were the best of friends. When I was young there were no leash laws in the town where we lived; we didn't really need them as people took care of their dogs. We would let Sox out and when she had done her business she would come back to the door. When I was seven years old, she was out on one of her sojourns around the yard,..